"Oh," she says, crushing the inane I was wondering why they weren't engaged that pops into her head. Six years is a long time to date someone; it makes sense that they broke up.

It's no secret, either, that Quatre is the one of Trowa's friends she gets along with the least. (She's never taken to anyone pulling her brother into a warzone...easily.)

She smiles, anyways, and it's sincerely fond for what it's worth. She's sitting on the edge of his bed closest to him, but she still has to reach out her leg to touch him, tapping her foot lightly against his calf. "Thanks for letting me know, dummy."