I hate feeling like this. I'm so tired of trying to fight this
Characters: Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton
When: Today
Where: Jin’s house
Rating: PG
Summary: Quatre's rather upset, exhausted and all around annoyed. And then Heero says something that causes the straw to break.
Quatre sat in Jin's kitchen, nursing a cup of tea. He looked exhausted and worn down. The earthquake and then the changing and to top it off, Heero being more stubborn than usual, it had taken a toll on him.
Trowa walked into the kitchen from going to take a walk. He spotted Quatre. The blonde looked so tired. He walked over to Quatre and leaned down and kissed Quatre on the head. "How are you doing love?"
"I'm tired." He sighed and set down his cup of tea. "Heero's not going to stay here and Duo keeps getting sicker... Wufei's being stubborn and I'm at wits end."
Trowa nodded. "I bet, love." He wrapped his arms around Quatre's shoulders.
He leaned back against Trowa, and then moved to pick up his PCD when it went off. He read the response from Heero and his face fell.
"Love?" Trowa leaned down to try and see what it said. "What's wrong?"
He typed a response and set the PCD down. Quatre wriggled out of Trowa's arms and walked out of the kitchen.
"Quatre?" Trowa blinked and followed after him.
The blonde sighed and then punched the wall.
"Quatre! Jin's not going to like it if you punch a hole in his wall." Trowa put his hand on Quatre's shoulder.
"Is it so wrong if I worry?!" He demanded.
Trowa shook his head. "No, it's not."
"Then why does Heero have to run away!? Why does he have to?" Quatre asked with a quiet sob.
Trowa sighed. "I don't know know, love...I think he's more used to doing things on his own." He wrapped his arms around Quatre.
"Don't touch me Trowa!"
Trowa sighed, but moved his arms from around Quatre. "Okay."
Quatre sighed, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"I don't know why he keeps running off," Trowa said heading over to get some coffee.
"I don't know either. I just want to help him. We're his friends!"
Trowa nodded. "I know."
Quatre let out a frustrated cry and punched the wall again. This time it creaked a bit.
"Quatre, please stop punching the wall," Trowa said as he put the water onto boil.
"It makes me feel better..."
"But it's not good for the house or your hand," Trowa remarked.
"Does it look like I care Trowa?" Quatre spat.
Trowa sighed. "Apparently not."
He sighed.
"Do you want anything?"
"No."
"Okay."
Quatre sighed again, shutting his eyes.
"I'm here to talk if you want to talk," Trowa said, putting instant coffee in his cup.
The blonde let out a small whimper.
Trowa glanced back at Quatre.
He stood there, tears falling down his face.
"Do you need a hug, love?" Trowa asked.
"NO!" he yelled.
Trowa sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He couldn't tell what Quatre wanted at the moment. He poured the water into his cup.
Without a word, Quatre left the house, not even bothering to grab a coat or scarf or anything.
Trowa sighed. "Quatre!" He headed out after him.
But, there was no sight of the blonde.
Trowa sighed, grumbled, and went back inside.
When: Today
Where: Jin’s house
Rating: PG
Summary: Quatre's rather upset, exhausted and all around annoyed. And then Heero says something that causes the straw to break.
Quatre sat in Jin's kitchen, nursing a cup of tea. He looked exhausted and worn down. The earthquake and then the changing and to top it off, Heero being more stubborn than usual, it had taken a toll on him.
Trowa walked into the kitchen from going to take a walk. He spotted Quatre. The blonde looked so tired. He walked over to Quatre and leaned down and kissed Quatre on the head. "How are you doing love?"
"I'm tired." He sighed and set down his cup of tea. "Heero's not going to stay here and Duo keeps getting sicker... Wufei's being stubborn and I'm at wits end."
Trowa nodded. "I bet, love." He wrapped his arms around Quatre's shoulders.
He leaned back against Trowa, and then moved to pick up his PCD when it went off. He read the response from Heero and his face fell.
"Love?" Trowa leaned down to try and see what it said. "What's wrong?"
He typed a response and set the PCD down. Quatre wriggled out of Trowa's arms and walked out of the kitchen.
"Quatre?" Trowa blinked and followed after him.
The blonde sighed and then punched the wall.
"Quatre! Jin's not going to like it if you punch a hole in his wall." Trowa put his hand on Quatre's shoulder.
"Is it so wrong if I worry?!" He demanded.
Trowa shook his head. "No, it's not."
"Then why does Heero have to run away!? Why does he have to?" Quatre asked with a quiet sob.
Trowa sighed. "I don't know know, love...I think he's more used to doing things on his own." He wrapped his arms around Quatre.
"Don't touch me Trowa!"
Trowa sighed, but moved his arms from around Quatre. "Okay."
Quatre sighed, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"I don't know why he keeps running off," Trowa said heading over to get some coffee.
"I don't know either. I just want to help him. We're his friends!"
Trowa nodded. "I know."
Quatre let out a frustrated cry and punched the wall again. This time it creaked a bit.
"Quatre, please stop punching the wall," Trowa said as he put the water onto boil.
"It makes me feel better..."
"But it's not good for the house or your hand," Trowa remarked.
"Does it look like I care Trowa?" Quatre spat.
Trowa sighed. "Apparently not."
He sighed.
"Do you want anything?"
"No."
"Okay."
Quatre sighed again, shutting his eyes.
"I'm here to talk if you want to talk," Trowa said, putting instant coffee in his cup.
The blonde let out a small whimper.
Trowa glanced back at Quatre.
He stood there, tears falling down his face.
"Do you need a hug, love?" Trowa asked.
"NO!" he yelled.
Trowa sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He couldn't tell what Quatre wanted at the moment. He poured the water into his cup.
Without a word, Quatre left the house, not even bothering to grab a coat or scarf or anything.
Trowa sighed. "Quatre!" He headed out after him.
But, there was no sight of the blonde.
Trowa sighed, grumbled, and went back inside.