A/N: Ah, the end. I actually finished something! Yea, me! Please R+R.

Perhaps it was instinct that led Arthur up to the roof after the concert. Perhaps it was just nostalgia. But he knew he would find Curt up there, just as he had nine years before.

Curt was sitting on the wall that ran around the edge of the roof, legs dangling over. He was smoking a cigarette, calmly watching the smoke fade into the inky night sky.

Arthur's voice broke through the silence. "That was beautiful."

Curt didn't turn. "I wrote it nine years ago," he said, flicking his cigarette away, sending sparks through the sky. He watched them, then continued when they had disappeared. "On a rooftop in London. It was a lot like this one, actually."

His voice was so soft, Arthur was sure he'd heard him wrong. He swallowed hard. "How's that?"

Curt did turn then, the warm glow in his eyes again. Maybe it had never left. "You're here." At Arthur's stunned expression, Curt smiled and hopped down from the wall. "Did you think I forgot?"

His mind was reeling. Curt remembered. Hope blossomed in his chest, a warmth spreading through his body. It was all he could do to choke out, "Well… Yeah."

Curt moved toward Arthur slowly, stopping when he was close enough to touch him. "How could I forget you? You saved me that night."

"I'd save you every night," Arthur murmured.

Curt reached out to caress his face, running a calloused finger over Arthur's soft lips. He looked up to the sky, to a star streaking across, lighting the blackness, then back into Arthur's eyes. "Make a wish."

Arthur closed his eyes as Curt leaned in. He didn't have to make a wish; he already had everything he wanted.