Quatre’s not entirely certain when the companionable silence becomes strained.
(It's probably his fault. He's spent far too long over his tea, when he should’ve gone and got a book ten minutes ago. Maybe fifteen.
If he goes to get one now it will be awkward. If he doesn't, it will be awkward.
Maybe he should say something. But it looks like Trowa's thinking? Don’t be stupid, Trowa's always thinking. Maybe Trowa's waiting for him to say something. Nothing comes to mind except that idiotic speech nudging at his neurons. In his neurons? Via the method of--anyway.
No, he can't say that; he still has the earpiece clipped to his pocket like some fool.
And what if he has something in his teeth? He hasn't brushed since this morning.
He probably does.)
He starts when Bernie wanders into the room, discussing something on the phone about landlords, throws them an absent-minded thumbs-up, grabs a book from a shelf and leaves (patting Quatre’s head on the way).
"Uh, do--you want me to take in your cup? If you're done, I mean."
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(It's probably his fault. He's spent far too long over his tea, when he should’ve gone and got a book ten minutes ago. Maybe fifteen.
If he goes to get one now it will be awkward. If he doesn't, it will be awkward.
Maybe he should say something. But it looks like Trowa's thinking? Don’t be stupid, Trowa's always thinking. Maybe Trowa's waiting for him to say something. Nothing comes to mind except that idiotic speech nudging at his neurons. In his neurons? Via the method of--anyway.
No, he can't say that; he still has the earpiece clipped to his pocket like some fool.
And what if he has something in his teeth? He hasn't brushed since this morning.
He probably does.)
He starts when Bernie wanders into the room, discussing something on the phone about landlords, throws them an absent-minded thumbs-up, grabs a book from a shelf and leaves (patting Quatre’s head on the way).
"Uh, do--you want me to take in your cup? If you're done, I mean."