[For what is probably the first time in... well, in ever, Trowa is breathing hard as he speaks over the comms. He's obviously not running right then, though--there's no wind in the mic and no footsteps.]
I can't go back to--[a pause; then, mildly bitter]--I need somewhere to stay.
It's... October 2nd now.
[Doesn't even bother hiding his
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You're back.
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[Softly:]
...I am.
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[When it picks back up some ten minutes later, Trowa is barely speaking loud enough to be heard.]
It might be better if I don't--the staying part.
He'll want to talk. With you.
I...
[Undecipherable sound.]
...And I should keep out of his way.
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Please. Just let me help. I've-- I've just been so. Helpless to do anything for anybody, and I can help you now.
I'll ask Jaime if I can stay with him. He's-- just out of the hospital anyway, so. You can just. Stay at my place until you feel ready to go.
[ A beat. ]
And. If Quatre wants to talk, I'll be here for him, too.
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[Trowa remembers the blood on his paw and can't help but think back to the time he and the Beetle got their fight on in the middle of a street. Too sharply:]
Why was he in the hospital?
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He had-- some. Kind of panic attack. I think the news said it was a toxin that was making people hallucinate.
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Did he see a psychologist? Before the attack.
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It doesn't matter.
[Tired.]
Just for tonight. I'll look for a place tomorrow.
[Glancing around, not that she sees.]
Mm. Four blocks east of the MAC. Sorry.
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Okay. Do you want me to bring anything?
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No. I've got what I need.
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