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Juno’s rations taste horrible. His detective reminded him that taste was not the point, of course, that “the point” was nutrients and vitamins and, apparently, caffeine. It had long since stopped being a real problem, though.
It hadn’t been a problem since he first noticed Slip wasn’t complaining. In fact, he’d already eaten twice as much as either himself or Juno. Juno insisted he didn’t need much. Nureyev, on the other hand, still had a portion sitting on his lap in its wrapper, barely touched.
“Petya? You’ve been staring at me a lot.”
Peter’s eyes open wider in shock, posture straightening. He doesn’t have any excuse. He doesn’t need one.
“You’re alive, Slip.”
“Yeah?” The other responds through a mouthful of food. “I have been.”
“Barely! Do you have any idea how--” Slip is still laughing over him, stars reflected in his eyes through the Ruby’s windows. This close, shoved in the back seat, he can feel their breath mingling, and his heart beats faster than he thought it was capable of anymore. “Every thing you do is a miracle made for me personally.”
“I guess you’re gonna see a lot of miracles from now on then, huh?”
Nureyev leans in to kiss him, one of many in just a few hours, bittersweet and pained and so full of hope and life.
“Listen, I love you both, but do you think you could save the making out for when we’re definitely safe? And jeez, Nureyev, I know you missed ‘im but at this rate, I couldn’t kiss Slip if he wanted me to with how all over each other you are…”
Just this time, Peter - Petya - Nureyev - rolls his eyes and pulls back, content to wait just a bit longer. For once, he had everything he wanted.