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Duo's head slowly fell to the side and his body slumped in the same direction until he rested against Trowa's chest. The tall pilot carefully shook the longhaired man, making sure he was asleep. He was. Quatre reached across his sleeping friend and took Trowa's hand.
"It will be OK," he whispered worriedly. "He will understand in the morning."
Trowa's green eyes softened, but his voice conveyed all his doubts. "I don't feel comfortable with drugging people into our bed, Quatre."
"Trust me, Trowa." The smiling blond began to move toward his bedroom. "Have I been wrong yet?"
Trowa didn't bother to answer. Instead, he gently picked up his sleeping friend and prayed Duo could forgive them for what they were about to do.
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