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Quatre's always been good at staying in touch. But in recent months, he's taken to emailing nearly every day, from and to one account or another, even if sometimes it's just a glorified hello.

Trowa is a little amused by this, but not objecting to it.

Yesterday's message said, amidst very polite grumbling about diplomatic visits and the scheduling thereof (and veiled reassurances that the diplomatic visits were nothing to pay too much attention to), that Iria might be contacting Trowa sometime soon. Trowa considered that, and the lack of associated detail, and wrote back, Okay.

(He added a few more words to address the other paragraphs. But Quatre's emails are pretty consistently longer than the replies they get.)

So this morning, when he goes to turn on the coffeemaker, he leaves the phone function of his laptop turned up a little higher than he might otherwise.

Threaded | Flat

Iria usually makes calls after work, but she'd asked Quatre for when she'd actually catch Trowa.

When she calls, she's sitting at her desk in her office at the hospital; the workday hasn't officially started, but she's in early. Everything is in light woods and varying shades of blue.