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Fuery rubbed his tired eyes, glancing over at the clock on his nightstand. The time blinked back at him, and he groaned. It was way too early to be awake. Then, something caught his attention. A door shutting softly in the other room. It was then that Fuery realized the spot next to him in bed was vacant.
“Bones?” Fuery whispered, patting the sheets, as if he would find them hidden between the creases of their covers. When that proved futile, the man stood, grabbing his robe and leaving their bedroom. He looked out into the living room of the apartment he shared with his partner, noticing the light outside their door was turned on. He quickly put together what happened, and sighed softly, grabbing some food from the kitchen before following his partner outside.
Bones stood silently on the roof of their apartment complex, leaning against the concrete railing, a lit cigarette in their hand. Their messy white locs were tied up in a hastily made bun, and their eyes were distant and tired. Fuery walked up, silently handing them a slice of naan. They took it, handing the cigarette off in return.
“Nightmare?” Fuery asked, putting the cigarette out on the railing. Bones nodded, chewing. Fuery put a hand on theirs, frowning. “Dublith again?”
“Yeah,” Bones said, swallowing their food. “Again.”
A short pause. “It’s been rebuilt,” Fuery said softly. “We can go back.”
Bones shook their head. “It wouldn’t be the same,” they muttered, turning their back to Central City. They glanced at Fuery, then took his hand, squeezing it. They glanced at the cigarette butt now on the floor, laughing.
“Hey, I was gonna finish that,” they said, nudging Fuery’s shoulder. The soldier shook his head, resting it on Bones’ shoulder.
“You know it’s bad for you,” he said. Bones shrugged.
“Well, so is pretty much everything else,” they joked. Fuery gave them a knowing look, and Bones sighed, rolling their head back. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I get it.”
Fuery smiled, standing on his toes to kiss Bones’ cheek. They leaned down, then kissed his back, pressing their forehead to his.
“You know I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, right?” Fuery asked after a bit, tearing off a piece of the naan in Bones’ hand.
“I know,” Bones replied, “you say it all the time.”
“It’s because it’s true. I really wouldn’t.”
Bones ran a hand through Fuery’s hair, pulling him even closer. “I know,” they said, a smile on their face. “I know, I know, I know. I’ll always know it. And you know I’d never let anything bad happen to you, either.”
Fuery shrugged, then squeezed Bones’ arm. “Let’s go back inside,” he offered. “We can get Milo and go for a walk before Central gets too busy. We can go to that bookstore you’ve been talking about.”
Bones’ face lit up, and they hugged Fuery tightly. “Oh, thank you! Yes, okay, let’s go do that. Let me go freshen up, then we can go?”
Fuery nodded quickly, then watched as Bones rushed off to the roof exit, heading downstairs to their apartment. He gave a sigh of relief, smiling dumbly. God, he loved them. The man followed behind his partner, twisting the ring on his finger idly.