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[3nanashi]

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

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[04_after]

Quatre's thinking, and one of the things he is thinking is that he definitely didn't have any ulterior purposes in mind when he decided the set of rooms needed a couch.

Well, okay, his ulterior motives existed, but they were entirely innocent; for instance, it's nice to be sitting warm next to Trowa on something that isn't hay. Not that there's anything wrong with hay, when it's not a ridiculous temperature outside.

Well, not entirely innocent.

... He's gotten off track.

Glancing up from his coffee he smiles, slight and (more than slightly) pleased, at Trowa. "I think, maybe," he says, "I've lost my enchantment with winter."

[3nanashi]

Trowa's return glance says: Oh?

(It's also fond, in Trowa's impassive way, but that's not really a surprise.)

[04_after]

"You may not have noticed," he concedes, graciously (jokingly, fondly), "but it's approximately the weather for penguins. Though there are some warm-weather ones of those, aren't there. Polar bears?"

[3nanashi]

Trowa considers that assessment with all the seriousness it deserves.

"It's a little warm for them."

It's a little cold for humans from a temperate colony, however, yes.