For the next day, Quatre sulked sadly around the house, and Heero was at a loss for words (big surprise). Finally, that evening, Heero knocked on Quatre's bedroom door. "Quatre, can I come in?"
"Sure," he said. Heero opened the door, peering in. "Hi, Heero."
"Hey there, Quatre." He closed the door and sat down on the bed beside Quatre. "Quatre...I'm sorry. There is nothing that I can say to you that will make you feel any better, and for that, I am greatly saddened. You are one of my best friends, and being unable to comfort you in your time of need is greater pain than I have experienced since Duo's death. However, Trowa betrayed you, he broke your heart, and for that, he deserved to die. If there was something I could do or say that would make you feel any better, I would gladly do it." One hand guided Quatre's face up to look into Heero's dark blue eyes. "As a friend, I would do anything you ask. So please, Quatre, just ask it of me."
The blond smiled and kissed the brunet gently. Heero pulled back in surprise, blinking at his friend. "What...what..."
"Please help me forget, Heero. Please..." Quatre rolled so he was straddling Heero's hips, nuzzling his neck. "Please."
"Of...of course, Quatre." Long fingers slid beneath Quatre's button-up shirt, tracing circles around his lower back. Heero pulled Quatre down onto the bed, sighing.