I do not own Gundam Wing.
A poker face.
A hidden eye.
The single eye, hidden behind his lock of brown hair. The eye is his secret, his outlet. For no one can see it, so it is that eye which alows him to express his emotions. If only a slight clenching, to show pain, a vauge roll, to show annoyance, or a single tear to show sadness. His poker face is perfect, except for his eye, the one he hides.
Trowa was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Quatre calling his name. Looking up from his cup he smiled at the blonde arabian. His emotions plain on his face.
Mabye it was time for a haircut.