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Sometimes the nights are short. Feel short, at least. 

They set camp in a clearing, near a water stream, make a fire, and heat up canned soups, (Mushrooms or chili?, mushrooms, please). 

There’s starred nights and, if they’ve got some energy left, they spend a while looking up at the sky and talking about the Pokémon species that live up there, cuddled under the same old blanket Goh has had since he was a child, (I want to capture Deoxys, of course you do).

There’s only one tent, sleeping bags next to each other’s. Goh’s water bottle to his side (right), Ash’s book of the week on his (left), (Introduction to aerial battles?, Hmm, there’s a championship coming up).

There’s laughter, and half-asleep kisses that land an inch south or north of their target. If they are not too tired, sometimes they make love, breathing the same air, pouring pleasure into one another until they’re sated, quiet in the dead of the night, but reading into the silence perfectly, (kiss me here, hold me there, harder, gentler, more).

It’s many years of this. Over a decade on the road by each other’s side. It’s knowing that Ash misplaces his stuff easily, and that Goh is prone to headaches if he hasn’t had coffee by nine am. It’s amused blue-eyes at a corny joke, and brown orbs filled with adoration every time it’s one of his shirts on his partner’s smaller frame, (there’s a coffee house in the next town over. Shut up, I was out of white shirts…)

It’s knowing when to give the other space, when to have hard conversations. It’s realizing different dreams, and finding a way to do so together. It’s growing stronger, wiser, kinder, so that, one day, you might be as bright and worthy as they deem you. (Congratulations, champion. Thank you, Professor).

It’s a different town every other week, mysteries to solve, new goals to chase. It’s the faint glint on their fourth-finger when the sunlight hits. It’s the miles that stretch ahead of them, winding and filled with possibilities. (Here, I found your left-glove, ready to go?).