Quatre had never been overly athletic, preferring to concentrate his efforts elsewhere, and these days, with Trowa's abilities, it didn't seem necessary to push himself either. He could do what had to be done, without the need for showing off, as impressive as it might be.

He smiled, happy with all of the good emotions that seemed to have filled the party, emanating from nearly everyone in the rooms below. It was difficult to be irritated for very long, and he scooted over until he was sitting beside Trowa on the roof, looking out over the yard and tree house.

"You don't have to apologize," he explained. "I was just wondering if you wanted to leave soon?"