Word had traveled fast about the full moon and Quatre, aware of Lupin's condition from earlier posts and a few hacked conversations during his information gathering stage, suspected what was happening. The anxiety that had been building since the first day was only getting worse now.

Near sunset, Quatre stopped his rounds of checking on others, making his way toward the staircase, going up, following it until he saw Trowa, heading down. Without a word, he catches Trowa's arm with his hand. The fact that this is the first time they've touched in months isn't lost on him, his hold surprisingly gentle considering the expression on his face.

"Be careful. Both of you."