"I’ve got one word for you," Makoto raises his head from his knees at the cheerful voice,"sing-along."
"No," he whines. "And that’s two words."
"There’s a dash, it’s technically one in my book."
"Your book is ridiculous."
"You’re ridiculous." Wind whips through the trees and throws sand against the walls of the little shack they had taken shelter in.
"Are you sure the others are okay?" Makoto asks. Seijuro gives him that ever confident captain smile and nods. A crack of thunder fills the shack and Makoto can’t suppress the shudder that runs through him. It’s so loud here and feels so exposed, even though they’re surrounded on three sides by the little forest that gives way to the beach.
"Are you afraid of storms?" Makoto drops his chin back to where he has his knees drawn as close to his chest as he can and glances at Seijuro out of the corner of his eye. Lightning flashes through the small window and he squeezes his eyes shut until the thunder booms through.
"Sometimes," he murmurs. Seijuro’s smile turns gentle in an instant and he drops onto the ground next to Makoto. He nudges Makoto’s shoulder with his own and when Makoto looks over he leans in close.
"Wanna know a secret?" Makoto watches him as another flash of lightning illuminates Seijuro’s golden eyes. "I am too when I’m alone."
"Only when you’re-" thunder rattles the little shack and Makoto winces. After a moment he looks at Seijuro again. "Only when you’re alone?"
"Yeah. Cause when I’m with someone else I can do this." He reaches out with a smile and grabs one of Makoto’s hands and twines their fingers together. "Feels a little less lonely already, right?" Makoto’s shy smile makes Seijuro’s cheeks feel hot and he looks up at the window. "We’ll be fine. The other’s will be fine. Sure you don’t want to do a sing-along?"
"No." Makoto squeezes his hand when the next clap of thunder sounds. "Thank you."
Seijuro is not sure when they moved from holding hands to being curled up on the floor with Makoto’s back pressed to his chest, fingers still entwined. But when he cracks his eyes open the next morning to watch the dust motes dance in the sunlight with Makoto beside him he feels happy. He’s glad it was the other captain he got stuck in the storm with.