Relena to the Rescue
*Relena knocks on the door to the flat, a soup pot balanced on one hip*
Trowa: *gets up, grabs a dressing gown * *opens the door * *smiles* Relena. Come in?
Relena: *smiles* Hello, Trowa, I knew you lads have been sick so I thought. . . *looks at the living room and chaos therein* Oh my.
Trowa: *shrugs slightly* If you'll wait for just a moment I'll go and put something warmer on *goes slightly pink and raises one hand to cover some of the marks on my neck*. Do you want to put that pan down?
Relena: Yes, I'll go into the kitchen. *raises her eyebrows at the state of the kitchen* I think I'll just tidy up in here first. *Sets the pot on the stove and tackles the dishes in the sink.*
Trowa: *flees briefly to slip on a pair of jeans and a rollneck. Comes back out tugging at the waist* I think these must be Quatre's.
Relena: *absently as she wipes dishes* They are just a little short for you, but that's all right.
Trowa: *mutters* and loose. *takes drying cloth* Wash or dry? And thank you for coming over.
Relena: You're welcome. I know how fast things go to pieces when you get sick. *beat* Why don't you dry?
Trowa: *nods* *starts drying* *quietly* How have you been?
Relena: I've been fine, really. I was sick for a little while, but I'm better now.
Trowa: *senses this is not the whole truth, but chooses to respect her silence if she wants to keep it.*
Trowa: *nods* You should have called. We could have helped you *slight smile* or at least commiserated
Relena: *shakes head* I suppose I should, but I know you were having your own problems at that time.
*chuckle* and Heero gets terribly protective. Like I'm made of glass or something.
Trowa: *nods* he loves you. *as if that explains everything*
Relena: *sadly* yes, yes, he does.
Trowa: *raises eyebrow* Most people think love is a good thing. You seem...sad?
Relena: Oh, well, he's off on another virus hunt and its' been lonely.
Trowa: *nods* you know you're always welcome here?
Relena: *smiles* Of course. *Finishes the last dish and begins to scrub down the counter with the dishwater. Switches to the stove and by the time Trowa dries and puts away the last dish, has the stove clean and the kitchen reasonably tidy* Now, for the living room. *pauses, frowns, considering a plan of attack*
Trowa: *smiles fondly and shakes head gently* No, now we have a ten minute break with some drinks and a snack. You work too hard Relena, it doesn't all have to be done this minute. *gets out the cheesecake* cheesecake and lemonade?
Relena: *giggles* All right, but we'll just have to clean the plates again.
Trowa: *gets up, grabs a dressing gown * *opens the door * *smiles* Relena. Come in?
Relena: *smiles* Hello, Trowa, I knew you lads have been sick so I thought. . . *looks at the living room and chaos therein* Oh my.
Trowa: *shrugs slightly* If you'll wait for just a moment I'll go and put something warmer on *goes slightly pink and raises one hand to cover some of the marks on my neck*. Do you want to put that pan down?
Relena: Yes, I'll go into the kitchen. *raises her eyebrows at the state of the kitchen* I think I'll just tidy up in here first. *Sets the pot on the stove and tackles the dishes in the sink.*
Trowa: *flees briefly to slip on a pair of jeans and a rollneck. Comes back out tugging at the waist* I think these must be Quatre's.
Relena: *absently as she wipes dishes* They are just a little short for you, but that's all right.
Trowa: *mutters* and loose. *takes drying cloth* Wash or dry? And thank you for coming over.
Relena: You're welcome. I know how fast things go to pieces when you get sick. *beat* Why don't you dry?
Trowa: *nods* *starts drying* *quietly* How have you been?
Relena: I've been fine, really. I was sick for a little while, but I'm better now.
Trowa: *senses this is not the whole truth, but chooses to respect her silence if she wants to keep it.*
Trowa: *nods* You should have called. We could have helped you *slight smile* or at least commiserated
Relena: *shakes head* I suppose I should, but I know you were having your own problems at that time.
*chuckle* and Heero gets terribly protective. Like I'm made of glass or something.
Trowa: *nods* he loves you. *as if that explains everything*
Relena: *sadly* yes, yes, he does.
Trowa: *raises eyebrow* Most people think love is a good thing. You seem...sad?
Relena: Oh, well, he's off on another virus hunt and its' been lonely.
Trowa: *nods* you know you're always welcome here?
Relena: *smiles* Of course. *Finishes the last dish and begins to scrub down the counter with the dishwater. Switches to the stove and by the time Trowa dries and puts away the last dish, has the stove clean and the kitchen reasonably tidy* Now, for the living room. *pauses, frowns, considering a plan of attack*
Trowa: *smiles fondly and shakes head gently* No, now we have a ten minute break with some drinks and a snack. You work too hard Relena, it doesn't all have to be done this minute. *gets out the cheesecake* cheesecake and lemonade?
Relena: *giggles* All right, but we'll just have to clean the plates again.