Trowa doesn't bother to retrieve his laptop on the way out. There's no real reason to.
He doesn't make any particular effort to avoid Quatre's family on the way back to the central wing. It's not all that late -- Trowa keeps early hours, though the inter-colony time change has unmoored that a little -- and he sees no point in not allowing himself to be seen and companionably greeted by a few sisters.
On the way back a few minutes later, having brushed his teeth and changed into pyjama pants and a t-shirt, he does make the effort to slip by unnoticed. It's not hard -- just a matter of picking the right route and not making any attention-getting noise, which is second nature anyway -- and it makes things easier all around.
(Nothing is awkward when you think about it like an op. This, incidentally, explains something about Trowa's attitude towards conversation with strangers. And, uh, towards much of life.)
There's a biometric sensor built into Quatre's doorknob, which is pretty much standard procedure for advanced locks. Trowa lets himself in, unhurried to give Quatre warning of his presence. (Even though Trowa's walk to and from the central wing gave Quatre plenty of time to change, it's not polite to surprise your friends.)
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He doesn't make any particular effort to avoid Quatre's family on the way back to the central wing. It's not all that late -- Trowa keeps early hours, though the inter-colony time change has unmoored that a little -- and he sees no point in not allowing himself to be seen and companionably greeted by a few sisters.
On the way back a few minutes later, having brushed his teeth and changed into pyjama pants and a t-shirt, he does make the effort to slip by unnoticed. It's not hard -- just a matter of picking the right route and not making any attention-getting noise, which is second nature anyway -- and it makes things easier all around.
(Nothing is awkward when you think about it like an op. This, incidentally, explains something about Trowa's attitude towards conversation with strangers. And, uh, towards much of life.)
There's a biometric sensor built into Quatre's doorknob, which is pretty much standard procedure for advanced locks. Trowa lets himself in, unhurried to give Quatre warning of his presence. (Even though Trowa's walk to and from the central wing gave Quatre plenty of time to change, it's not polite to surprise your friends.)