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Quatre turned over, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. "What's the point of having a king-sized bed?" He thought bitterly. "I hate this!" He got up and walked into his living room, leaving everything but a blanket behind. He lay down on the couch, curling up again. He knew the routine by now. Iria would come into the living room in the morning, see him on the couch, and then either wake him up, telling him he needed to go to his bed, or get Rashid to carry him back. Then he'd have to turn over and see the empty spot beside him. He hated this miserable existence, hated every second of it.
Duo stared up at the ceiling, listening to Hilde snoring lightly in the room next to his. Hadn't he wanted this? He needed to get back to work. He couldn't afford spending endless nights in luxury, being bathed with gifts and smiles that told him that even if this didn't work, he wouldn't be dumped on his ass with nothing. No, he'd decided that he'd work three months out of the year to earn enough income to stand on his own should things go horribly wrong. Yet, he clung to the tear-stained pillow that still smelled of the top-of-the-line shampoo where a mop of blond hair was once sprawled. He was sure that Quatre had realized by now that he'd switched the pillows. The irony was it broke his heart to actually have the pillow because when he first took a good look at it after Quatre had said good-bye with a smile and a whispered, "It'll be ok. It's only three months", he noticed the large tear stains where the blond had cried himself to sleep the night before. "It's only three months," he reminded himself, before curling up with the pillow and adding his tears to the stains on the pillow.