The light stained the city pale gold and ash. It was near twilight and Rodney was sitting on a bench on the balcony facing out towards the water and the setting sun. John watched him from his place at the doorway; a silent figure, still except for the faint breeze ruffling his hair, a perfect picture of tranquility.
John didn't know how long he stood there watching but at some point he must have made a noise because Rodney turned to look at him, a smile forming on his crooked lips and crinkling up the corners of his eyes. "Hi, John" he greeted quietly, his voice echoing softly in the void.
John smiled back and pushed off the wall to walk across the paneled floor to sit down next to him on the bench. Rodney was still smiling contentedly at him when he sat, pulling one leg up to hold against his chest, leaning his head sideways on his knee and turning to face towards Rodney. From this angle he had to look up at him but that was okay. It was a good position for gazing.
"Did you know the weather's always the same here? Absolutely perfect all the time." Rodney asked, nodding his head in bemusement, "What I wouldn't give for a good snowstorm right now or any kind of storm for that matter."
John huffed out an amused breath.
"Yes, yes, I know. Contrary; that's what you're thinking. Here I am watching an amazing sunset on a balcony in the most beautiful city in the universe surrounded by weather that couldn't be more perfect and I'm actually wishing there was a mosquito around to bite me."
John smiled and ducked his head. Dropping his leg, he moved to take Rodney's hand in one his own, twining their fingers together loosely as he brought the other up to rest against the back of Rodney's neck. Gently, slowly, he pulled Rodney forward until their foreheads met. John closed his eyes and let his fingers play absently in the short strands at the nape of Rodney's neck, allowing himself a moment to simply enjoy the contact.
"You're lonely here aren't you, John?" Rodney whispered after a long moment. He raised his head, bringing his own hand up cup one side of John's jaw, running his thumb back and forth against John's cheek, tenderly brushing the corner of his mouth with each pass. It made John ache. Still, he leaned into the touch, turning his face to press a trail of kisses against Rodney's skin. Whether for comfort or to let him believe for a moment that he wasn't really alone, he didn't know.
Slowly Rodney pulled back, letting his hand fall to rest on John's shoulder. "have to go," he said, voice radiating misery.
The world twirled around them, shifting and changing; a flat plane, a high skyscraper, a damp forest and back to the bench in the blink of an eye; an eternity in time. All the while, John sat staring at Rodney, silently begging him no.
"John, I'm sorry!" Rodney cried, his voice trembling and cracking with emotion. He felt tears welling in his eyes, seeking escape. He ducked his head down, hiding his face away from view, afraid to let John see. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Why didn't I listen to you?! Why didn't I..."
Something wet and hot splashed against his wrist and Rodney looked up, gasping at what he saw: John was crying. John was crying and Rodney felt his own tears at last finding release, falling down to join John's at their feet; tinged red in the fading light.
With trembling fingers Rodney reached up, trying in vain to wipe away the guilt and pain from John's eyes. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered brokenly as the world around them crackled, faded, and went black.