Quatre suddenly feels as if there's something he's missed, the way Trowa speaks, and the subtle emotions rolling off him. As if they're having two conversations at once, both about very different things.
"I just meant the party," he clarified, the smile fading a bit into a look of confusion. "Trowa, are you okay?"
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"I just meant the party," he clarified, the smile fading a bit into a look of confusion. "Trowa, are you okay?"