Quatre's glance away at the comment as his mouth pulls flat is a pretty obvious same here.

He removes his hand as he sits up, running it along his left wrist to straighten his nonexistent cuff.

"You woke me up," he says, after a moment, glancing over to Trowa. "I mean-- ," he swallows the words I'm not ungrateful, and tries to smile slightly instead.

"Tea?" he asks, instead. "I have coffee, too, but nothing decaffienated."