When they turned eighteen, they'd decided to move in together, much to the disapproval of Quatre's father, who also happened to be the president of a multi-billion dollar company. In an instant, Quatre went from heir apparent to the Winner fortunes, to freelance musician, landing just enough gigs to cover his share of the rent on a one-bedroom apartment. Trowa worked equally long hours as a cub reporter for the local newspaper. Even with all of the stories he'd written and submitted, only two or three hung on the wall of the apartment reserved for newspaper clippings which read "By Trowa Barton."
Happy times were pretty few and far between thanks to awkward working schedules, long hours of practice, and upkeep on the apartment. There was the day that Trowa had requested off; he fought tooth and nail to get just one Saturday to take Quatre to the local amusement park. The day had ended with both men suitably drenched from head to toe, yet still warm enough to smile brilliantly. Trowa fondly remembered the quiet yet lovely ride home as he hauled the final hamper of clean clothes into their living room.
Quatre was driving home after a very successful show. His cut of the profits was large enough to let him relax for a week or so without having to scrounge the classifieds or go door-to-door to every club with a stage. His mind also flashed back briefly, to a moment last summer where Trowa sat in the passenger seat, idly looking out the horizon, and reaching for Quatre's hand. When they touched, Trowa turned back to face his lover, grinning warmly. Remembering that genuine grin put a smile on Quatre's face. He was now eager just to see his lover smile again. The blonde pulled his two-door hatchback into the usual space just outside his apartment building, and began the climb up to his third-floor flat.
Trowa was lost in thought as he sorted out the clean laundry on the coffee table in the living room - so lost, in fact, that he didn't hear Quatre's footsteps echo in the hallway outside. He also didn't hear the click of his lover's key in the lock on the front door, so when Quatre came in the apartment, Trowa flinched and gasped, completely unaware.
"Hey there," Quatre said. "You okay?"
"Oh, yeah..." Trowa replied. "Just thinking about things."
Quatre's eyebrow quirked curiously. "Such as?"
"Just remembering that day at the park last summer."
"Really?" Quatre chuckled. "I was thinking about the same thing. In fact..." Quatre handed his paycheck over to Trowa, so he could see that they'd be okay financially for a little while.
"...Wow. That's pretty good, Cat," Trowa grinned. "So what do you plan to do with the extra money?"
Quatre thought for a couple of moments before pulling his partner into a soft embrace "Well, I planned on paying rent a month ahead or so, then putting the rest in the bank for a rainy day. But first..." He rested his forehead on Trowa's, looking deep into his lover's eyes, getting lost in the sea of deep dark green that always consumed him like this. "Let's go to the amusement park again."