Quatre relaxes slightly, and his smile warms, as he returns his gaze fully to the road and his hand to the steering wheel. (He was able to watch it through his peripheral vision, and there was no need for the second hand; still, it's wise not to take too many liberties with one's driving technique.)

It doesn't take long to arrive back home, and in the hallway, once he's left the keys on the rack for Mr. Kalns (who has retired for the evening), he glances slightly at Trowa.

There's more noise in the sunroom, now, though the door is mostly closed. Quatre maybe should make an appearance.

"Should I meet you upstairs in 20?" he offers, uncertain. He doesn't quite say it, but there is an unspoken question as to where, exactly, upstairs this will be.