i never thought we'd fall out of place

[epyonrose]

Treize does not make a habit of lounging in the Nexus without purpose, particularly not in such rapid succession, but he has the time, and spending a few hours in the sun here is both more enriching than sitting in his office and easier than trying to get back to his property from the capitol building. No body guards, no press - he'll never

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[sandrocker]

Quatre, on the other hand, is enjoying another moment of idleness. It's not that there is time but that he needs the time to himself, and Xanadu is a place assistants, politicians, and sisters can't follow him to - nor is it a place many people knows his name and face. Which isn't a problem always but when you want to get lost in a city, it is convenient.

But the Nexus proves to always be inconvenient, too; he hears Treize before he sees him, and when he does, Quatre doesn't approach (but he wants to in a horrifyingly curious fascination). Interrupting a phone call is rude, after all.

[epyonrose]

If Quatre understands Lëtzebuergesch, he'll catch Treize's end of a conversation about the upkeep of his house - nothing vital or terribly interesting, which is certain to put a dampen on any eavesdropping. Apparently someone broke a chandelier, which Treize endures with a long-suffering but not angry tone, like it's usual for things to go hideously wrong when he's not around to keep people in line.

At the close of the exchange, he tucks his phone back into his breast pocket and stays where he is, looking out from under the shaded pathway at a particularly vibrant lawn of purple flowers.

"Well, are you going to come say hello?"

[sandrocker]

He doesn't, and instead of eavesdropping, Quatre tries his best to figure out what Treize is even saying through deduction of linguistic association. He is more or less successful, but he he would never say. He was admiring the garden and unfocused on Treize. Really. (Which would be worse, if it were true, because how could he allow himself to be so unguarded?)

"I didn't want to interrupt your conversation." Still, Quatre is standing where he is.

[epyonrose]

It's close enough to German to be having on with in that respect; not many people speak Lëtzebuergesch, and it's become somewhat out-dated with the prevalence of English in Europe, but Treize considers himself a man of his country, in a way, and so he's particular about it.

"And you haven't." He finally glances over his shoulder, unsurprised to be running into this particular young man again.