Quatre scrubbed his eyes and then raised his head, looking at Mia. "Thank you." he said softly, voice slightly hoarse.
He'd be okay, even if Trowa didn't want to be around him, or the others anymore. With a small sigh, the blonde leaned against Mia.
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