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[04_after]

When Quatre's watch goes off, he wakes up immediately, the late evening light drifting in through the window. He'd fallen asleep on top of the covers, though he expects the workers here wash them regularly. It was as much for comfort as anything else.

He changes into the clothes the bar gave him--the same black linen pants and practical shoes as it gave him after the Cullen party, but a soft blue-grey sweater instead of a long sleeve shirt. He carefully stores his already folded business clothes in the bag, and takes it down with him to the Bar (locking the door behind him).

He drops the bag and key off at the bar, and peels the tangerine he'd picked up while sitting with Trowa and Cass, and he waits for the former.

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[04_after]

Quatre smiles down at his coffee, and continues to drink.

Seriously, his mind is kind of one-track at the moment.

[3nanashi]

Well. Coffee is good stuff.

And Bar makes it well, which matters more to Quatre than to Trowa. (Trowa appreciates good coffee more than terrible coffee, but he'll drink either, and he's not much of a connoisseur beyond 'this is pretty good.')

Quatre is leaning against him a little, knee brushing Trowa's. It's comfortable.