Warnings: bad writing, shonen-ai, possible OOCness, and a lovely bunch of coconuts.
drabble I: 3+4+3, (+5)
"Wufei, why don't… why don't you come live with us?" Quatre offers with gentle smile. "That way, we can all… take care of each other."
Wufei notices the hesitations in the blond's proposal; he knows what they mean. And yet, so tempting was a proposition of companionship, of affection, of, possibly… but no. No, it could never happen. No matter how enticing it may be, he cannot give in to this… weakness.
Trowa, having noticed the extended pause, chimes in, quietly, "Please, Wufei."
"I…" Wufei stops, trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. "I thought I had earned more of your respect than… this."
"What?" Quatre asks, confused, hurt. "What do you mean?"
But Trowa understood. "Yes, you have. We are not trying to… insult you."
"What insult?" Quatre demands. "Why do you think that, Wufei?"
"Offering me… affection out of pity is an insult to my pride," Wufei answers. "Surely you knew that?"
"No!" Quatre cries. "No, no – we do love you –"
"No," Wufei reaffirms.
And the two understood.
With unshed tears sparkling in his aquamarine eyes, Quatre says sorrowfully, "I'm sorry, Wufei."
As he turns away, Wufei replies, with an echo of the Arabian's sorrow in his own voice, "So am I."
