Trowa was waiting just inside the building when his fellow pilots arrived
at the safe-house after hiding their Gundams. Just from observing their
postures as they headed towards the house let him know that the mission had
been a success, but there was something slightly strange about WuFei's
actions. He seemed to be deliberately distancing himself from the others…
Trowa opened the door the moment Heero reached the front porch. The Japanese pilot nodded and made one simple statement: "Success." With that said, he cast a sweeping glance around the room, as though looking for something.
"Through the living room, into the dining room. Take a left through the den, in the room near the back door." Trowa said, knowing what the dark haired pilot was looking for.
Heero nodded again, though the gesture was extremely slight, then began walking off, following the directions he'd just been given.
Duo walked in next, complete with the usual spring in his step. His cheerful smile was still on his face, but it still seemed to Trowa that something was missing. He didn't bother putting much thought into it, however; if it interfered with things, Heero would take care of it, and if it didn't cause any problems to the mission, then Quatre would fix things in time. Nothing for him to worry about there; he'd be better off devoting his thoughts to other matters.
Several moments passed in silence as Trowa waited patiently for another of his companions to enter the house, but neither of them did. Curious, he stuck his head out the door to see what was going on. WuFei and Quatre were squared off in the center of what would normally be called a 'front yard', and it seemed as though they were arguing over something.
At first, not even Trowa's keen hearing could pick up the hushed whispers, but WuFei soon increased his volume.
"Nothing is bothering me, Winner. I'm fine, so stay to your own business!" the Chinese pilot said, glaring at his fair-haired companion.
"WuFei, why are you lying to me? I can tell that you're ill at ease. Something is disturbing your thoughts. Please tell me? You know that I won't repeat anything you say!" Quatre pleaded, clasping his hands together and staring into WuFei's eyes.
WuFei stared at Quatre for a few seconds, then turned and headed quickly away from him, towards the surrounding woods. Quatre looked as though he wanted to go after him, but the blonde knew better. Instead, he slowly trudged over to the safe-house, head down and shoulders slumped.
Trowa stepped out of the building, and waited silently for Quatre. When he was within reaching distance, he pulled his lover into his arms, then looked down at him questioningly. Quatre just shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to talk about it at the moment. Trowa nodded his understanding, and moved to sit down on the porch-swing. Quatre shifted slightly so that his face was buried in the folds of his love's sweater.
Trowa's only response to the sudden wetness on his shirt was to gently stroke Quatre's hair and wait for the tears to run dry.
Trowa opened the door the moment Heero reached the front porch. The Japanese pilot nodded and made one simple statement: "Success." With that said, he cast a sweeping glance around the room, as though looking for something.
"Through the living room, into the dining room. Take a left through the den, in the room near the back door." Trowa said, knowing what the dark haired pilot was looking for.
Heero nodded again, though the gesture was extremely slight, then began walking off, following the directions he'd just been given.
Duo walked in next, complete with the usual spring in his step. His cheerful smile was still on his face, but it still seemed to Trowa that something was missing. He didn't bother putting much thought into it, however; if it interfered with things, Heero would take care of it, and if it didn't cause any problems to the mission, then Quatre would fix things in time. Nothing for him to worry about there; he'd be better off devoting his thoughts to other matters.
Several moments passed in silence as Trowa waited patiently for another of his companions to enter the house, but neither of them did. Curious, he stuck his head out the door to see what was going on. WuFei and Quatre were squared off in the center of what would normally be called a 'front yard', and it seemed as though they were arguing over something.
At first, not even Trowa's keen hearing could pick up the hushed whispers, but WuFei soon increased his volume.
"Nothing is bothering me, Winner. I'm fine, so stay to your own business!" the Chinese pilot said, glaring at his fair-haired companion.
"WuFei, why are you lying to me? I can tell that you're ill at ease. Something is disturbing your thoughts. Please tell me? You know that I won't repeat anything you say!" Quatre pleaded, clasping his hands together and staring into WuFei's eyes.
WuFei stared at Quatre for a few seconds, then turned and headed quickly away from him, towards the surrounding woods. Quatre looked as though he wanted to go after him, but the blonde knew better. Instead, he slowly trudged over to the safe-house, head down and shoulders slumped.
Trowa stepped out of the building, and waited silently for Quatre. When he was within reaching distance, he pulled his lover into his arms, then looked down at him questioningly. Quatre just shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to talk about it at the moment. Trowa nodded his understanding, and moved to sit down on the porch-swing. Quatre shifted slightly so that his face was buried in the folds of his love's sweater.
Trowa's only response to the sudden wetness on his shirt was to gently stroke Quatre's hair and wait for the tears to run dry.