In The Still Of The Night
"I was talking to Cathy yesterday." Quatre paused to sip his coffee, watching Trowa over rim.
Trowa raised an eyebrow in question, but kept his thoughts to himself behind his carefully flat expression.
"She was telling me how you used to have nightmares all the time when you lost your memories, but you could never remember what they were about. She said they got better, but you've been having them again."
"Cathy exaggerates." Trowa topped off his mug then returned his attention to the eggs on his plate. "She worries too much."
"She loves you." Quatre set down his cup, smiling sadly. "I..." He paused as if words caught in his throat before hurrying on. "I worry about you too."
"I know." Trowa's smile was small and tentative, but genuine. Choosing to reply to the words unsaid instead of those spoken aloud he added. "I do too."