Prompt #93: Thanksgiving
Word count: 161
Zechs had learned early on that there was only one holiday Duo insisted on celebrating: Thanksgiving. He'd never really given it much thought before; it was just another day to dress in uncomfortable clothes and attend stuffy parties. Even after the war, he'd never stopped to consider it's significance.
It had taken a night spent with Duo and some other former Gundam pilots - men who had been enemies, but were now friends - on one cold November evening for the meaning to really sink in. There'd been no ridiculous outfits or hand-stuffed hors d'oeuvres, just some good food and alcohol in a small living room.
When Zechs had opened his eyes the next morning, blearily wondering at the fact that they hadn't managed to actually leave the room, he'd discovered a young man snuggling in his arms. When Duo had looked at him sheepishly, those blue-violet eyes hoping for acceptance, he'd finally understood. This was something to be thankful for.