Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Shounen ai, 3+4. Very short.
Notes: Edited and revised Oct. 8, 2001. (Not that there's much to edit OR revise....)
He knew Quatre was watching him again.
He twisted the wrench in slow, rhythmic motions, deliberately taking his time with repairs. His eyes remained on his work, but his senses were all on the blonde a little ways behind him.
(I know he likes me,) his mind told him, and he paused momentarily. (What should I do about it?)
He cast a brief glance over his shoulder to where Quatre was watching him with a soft expression. He frowned and turned away.
(I can't stay here tonight,) he told himself. Something about those blue eyes threatened to pull him under. (I won't stay here tonight.)
He resumed his work.
"Trowa?" he heard Quatre call minutes later, hesitantly.
He pretended not to hear.
Quatre pretended not to notice.
"I'm going back to discuss tomorrow's plans with Rashid...." He began to turn and walk away, but not before adding, "You're welcome to stay here, though, tonight," then, softly and eyes downcast,"I'd like it if you did, Trowa."
And then he was gone.
He put the wrench down, his expression kept carefully blank, and sat back on his heels for a while, thinking. It was getting late.
(I really shouldn't stay here tonight,) he reminded himself.
("I'd like it if you did,") his heart whispered. And he smiled a little.
He stayed the night.
The End
(:./thyme/stay)
