Yoru rolled off the bed and stood on the floor and stretched out his arms. Geno just shifted and lay back down, doing a full body stretch before going limp. Then the blond just cracked up laughing. Yoru blinked, looking at Geno like he was insane while he ruffled his red hair to a decent feeling of comfort.

After a few minutes, Geno calmed down and stopped laughing but still had an odd smile. Yoru shifted and lay back onto the floorboards, “I do not understand you.”

“And you never will~” Geno closed his eyes with a laugh. Yoru looked in Geno’s direction, wondering if he’d break out into hysteria again, but he didn’t.

The two sat there in silence for a long time. Every now and then one would say something like: “Pluto is really cold.” Or “Cats have two voice boxes.” Random little things that neither one needed to know; just them saying it so the other knew he was still awake.

Yoru sat up and looked to Geno when he noticed he’d fallen asleep. “… Little kid…” He chuckled, “Too bad I can’t say my life has been as hard as yours has.” He shifted and rested his head next to Geno’s shoulder while still sitting on the dingy floor. “See? I have emotions. And right now I’m feeling vexed because what if I am starting to like you?” I’ve always been straight without question.

“Hn...” Geno rolled toward Yoru, making the other jump. “But I like pestering you…” he mumbled in his sleep.

The red head scowled, “Pestering? Oh, I’m sure you do.” Cuddling little butterball who’s got no idea how to even shut your mouth to drunkards. “Oh well… I’ll have to teach you.” Yoru then rested his head down again. “Maybe being gay wouldn’t be so bad.” With all his physical strength, Yoru couldn’t measure up to Geno’s strength of being openly gay. Geno’s courage to be a proud homosexual was admirable to Yoru.

Soon he fell asleep. Like how he slowly was awakened by the hot sun, he fell back to sleep from the cold stillness of the dark room; both times accompanied by Geno’s scent. The thoughts that went through his mind gave promise to the morning filled with the new hardship of homelessness and empty pockets. Though, as Yoru worried about paying for things, the scent of Geno came to his nose and into his lungs, finally filling his whole body. It was a sweet smell of mango shampoo mixed with apricot face scrub. It brought with it Geno’s own relaxed nature, and a silent warning to Yoru to calm down.

They were already bonded to each other, like a cat to his sunshine-induced naps. Not one necessarily wanting but needing each other. The cat is at peace with his sunshine, just as the two boys are at peace with each other. Like the weather, their moods and opinions about the other may change, but it still always will be them needing each other.