Trowa doesn't mind Quatre falling asleep next to him. It's a safe place in which to do so, private and with clear lines of approach, and Trowa can and will wake him if anybody comes. And he learned to occupy himself with his own thoughts years ago; this is, in its way, just another kind of companionable silence.
It's just . . . different.
(Cathy falls asleep on his shoulder once in a while, but that's Cathy. She's a special case.
And Quatre did something similar once before, years ago, but that involved a lot more blood loss and adrenaline crashes. Passing out can be its own demonstration of trust, but it's a somewhat different paradigm.)
Quatre's leaning back against the wall of haybales, chin pillowed on his chest, but his shoulder is a warm weight against Trowa's own. The mechanics of muscle relaxation mean, inevitably, that he's leaning more against Trowa than he was.
It's comfortable enough. And there's no reason for either of them to be elsewhere for at least two hours.
Trowa settles back against the bales himself. He's good at keeping company with silence and his own thoughts. Altogether -- it's more than comfortable enough.
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It's just . . . different.
(Cathy falls asleep on his shoulder once in a while, but that's Cathy. She's a special case.
And Quatre did something similar once before, years ago, but that involved a lot more blood loss and adrenaline crashes. Passing out can be its own demonstration of trust, but it's a somewhat different paradigm.)
Quatre's leaning back against the wall of haybales, chin pillowed on his chest, but his shoulder is a warm weight against Trowa's own. The mechanics of muscle relaxation mean, inevitably, that he's leaning more against Trowa than he was.
It's comfortable enough. And there's no reason for either of them to be elsewhere for at least two hours.
Trowa settles back against the bales himself. He's good at keeping company with silence and his own thoughts. Altogether -- it's more than comfortable enough.