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Quatre has stocked up on decaf coffee since the last time Trowa was in this room, even if he made an amiable face at the bag when he pulled it out. Trowa would have been fine without, and even bothered to say so, but Quatre is Quatre.

Which is why the coffeemaker is equipped with a one-cup-at-a-time setting, in case of guests. (Okay, in the certainty of at least one guest.) This is also why Quatre's mug contains highly caffeinated coffee instead of the lightly sweetened decaf Trowa has.

Trowa also has his boyfriend's shoulder resting against his, and on the whole, he's pretty good with the world at the moment.

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"I'll for--" Quatre can't quite make it; he starts laughing, mug in hand. He manages to set it down on another coaster before he dissolves entirely, thankfully.

Trowa's boyfriend is kind of a weirdo.

(Trowa's amusement is significantly more visible now. If you know to look.)

Quatre leans into Trowa, bringing their hands up so he can duck his forehead to rest lightly against the back of Trowa's hand as he recovers from laughing.

It's only about a minute, but when he glances back to Trowa he has to bite his lip lightly to pin back a grin.

He lets go of Trowa's hand to run his own lightly along Trowa's arm, settling on his bicep, as he shifts his weight slightly away from Trowa; he grins.

Quatre and his extroverted sense of humor remain very strange.

Trowa is, nonetheless, entirely okay with the turn of this conversation. You can tell by the amused (and fond) light in his eyes, and the way he's not really troubling to hide it; you can also tell by the way his newly freed hand drops to settle lightly against Quatre's shoulder, and by the way he takes the cue to face Quatre just a fraction more directly.

Quatre was pretty sure he would be, even before offering to take his coffee mug (which was an obvious question, if anything is); but the confirmation isn't unappreciated.

It's safe to say that there is kissing.

Later: "Maybe there will be presents," Quatre hypothesizes, leaning against Trowa with his laptop propped up on his knees. (Unfortunately, due to the screen, Trowa can't read it from his angle. Hopefully he won't feel left out, while he reads his book; it's primarily work e-mails that Quatre is drafting responses to in order to reply once he's back home.)

Trowa will manage to get by without spying on Quatre's emails. Somehow.

He didn't bring a book, so this is one borrowed from Quatre's Milliways shelves. It's interesting; the Arab Union's recent political history is something Trowa knows in broad strokes, but not in as much detail as this book gives.

It's also slow going, because it's in Arabic. (Trowa's Arabic reading skills are pretty halting, although he's better with political terminology than with most jargon.) But half the point of reading this is practice, and the other half is an excuse to sit with Quatre slumped companionably against his shoulder, just a twist away from using Trowa as an outright backrest.

It works out.

"Maybe small ones," he agrees, in Arabic like Quatre. (In Arabic with a rather less upper-class accent; he's still working on being able to shift apparent social classes in this language.)

"Mm," Quatre says.

He's currently considering whether wearing a dark green waistcoat would be too spot-on.

He thinks he can pull it off.

Trowa is sure he can!

Which is to say, he leaves all judgment calls on such fashion questions to Quatre. Trowa's own knowledge of clothes as social signals is considerable, but it's mostly calibrated to lower-class circles than Quatre moves in.

In any case, he has even less opinion on the matter than that, since they're not actually discussing it. He turns a page, instead.

Quatre glances at him, silently entertained, before returning to his laptop.

He makes a quick note regarding fashion considerations for the 25th, before returning to his e-mails.

Quatre has a strange sense of humor. But Trowa knew that.

Tolerantly, he carries on reading.

Most of the unfamiliar words in this he can either figure out from context, figure out from similar words he does know, or skip past without losing much. The third time he hits نُقُود in the same paragraph, though, he opts to ask Quatre about it.

Might as well, with a native speaker leaning against his shoulder and all.

"Currency," Quatre says, using the more common synonym as he glances up. The term Trowa said is not particularly in use anymore, outside of specialized documents. He adds "Or liquid assets, in general," in English as he scans the paragraph. "He does mean assets, here, I think."

"Okay."

That makes sense, in context.

Thanks, Quatre.

Turning to read the book brought Quatre's side in closer contact with Trowa's, and he leans into his boyfriend, slightly. He moves his right hand off of the keyboard and runs it lightly from Trowa's left hip to the middle of his chest, lingering several moments against his abdomen.

He presses a kiss against Trowa's shoulder, left hand keeping his laptop steady, and leans against him for several moments more, eyes closed. It's nice, to have Trowa here. He's warm.

Trowa's already settled comfortably into the couch. He doesn't bother to move at the caress or the shift of Quatre's weight, except for the faint smile that warms his eyes.

When Quatre stays where he is, though, Trowa tips his head slightly, just enough to lean it against Quatre's as he reads.

Quatre was originally intending to move, soon, back to writing his e-mails - but when Trowa tips his head against his he thinks something muzzily along the lines of I'll do that later and stays where he is.

He doesn't really drift off, but he relaxes; his left hand hits the save button on his laptop, and he closes it with his thumb.

His eyes are partly open, and he's making a half-hearted attempt to read along with Trowa. He can't read the right-hand pages from his angle but somehow, he expects (partially because he's read the book before) he'll survive.

Trowa tilts the book to a slightly better angle for Quatre, though he's not totally certain his boyfriend is awake enough for that to be relevant. It's just as easy for him, anyway.

And whether Quatre falls asleep or not -- well, Trowa's content to stay like this and keep reading for a good while.

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