remember being, and he wasn’t absolutely certain whether it was for his friend, if the boy woke up and was violent, or for the patient himself, because... That was just ridiculous. There really wasn’t any reason to be afraid for the boy; Quatre wouldn’t hurt him. Well, he would, but not on purpose. Well, actually it would be on purpose, but it was only for his own good... Heero’s hands clenched into fists in his lap, as he restrained himself from doing something probably unwise.
Trowa noticed, however, and raised an eyebrow in slight question. Heero scowled at the visible reminder of his own lack of control, and forced himself to relax. Trowa watched him for another moment, before speaking.
“What are you going to do with the boy?”
“Do with him?” Heero narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a...”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” Trowa clarified hastily, raising his hand to reject the notion. “I only meant, where is he going to stay while he heals? It’s not something we normally offer, but if there isn’t anywhere for him to go, then Quatre and I can...”
“He stays with me,” Heero cut him off, flat finality in his voice. “I’ll take care of him.”
“That’s an admirable sentiment, but are you sure you can?” Trowa questioned. “You do have your duties, after all, and you’ll have a lot of problems when the army moves again...”
“The army isn’t going to move for quite some time,” Heero said, dismissing the other man’s concern.
Trowa blinked, and leaned back a little in surprise. “Are you sure you should be telling me this?”
Heero gave a derisive snort for the concept of confidentiality. “It’s obvious, considering the circumstances. The army just conquered an important strategic location. The troops aren’t going anywhere until a garrison arrives to fortify the place so the army can move out again. Anyone could see that.”
“Anyone whose job is tactics, anyway,” Trowa corrected dryly. “I, personally, am not a tactician. I am not even technically a soldier. I was a beast handler before I became what I am now.”
“Hn,” was Heero’s only response; he fell into a meditative silence, eyes fixed on the healer and his patient. Trowa watched him for a minute before speaking again.
“I didn’t know anything about you except what I heard from rumors, Heero, but I must admit that you aren’t anything like the man I had envisioned.”
Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:16 pm (UTC)Trowa noticed, however, and raised an eyebrow in slight question. Heero scowled at the visible reminder of his own lack of control, and forced himself to relax. Trowa watched him for another moment, before speaking.
“What are you going to do with the boy?”
“Do with him?” Heero narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a...”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” Trowa clarified hastily, raising his hand to reject the notion. “I only meant, where is he going to stay while he heals? It’s not something we normally offer, but if there isn’t anywhere for him to go, then Quatre and I can...”
“He stays with me,” Heero cut him off, flat finality in his voice. “I’ll take care of him.”
“That’s an admirable sentiment, but are you sure you can?” Trowa questioned. “You do have your duties, after all, and you’ll have a lot of problems when the army moves again...”
“The army isn’t going to move for quite some time,” Heero said, dismissing the other man’s concern.
Trowa blinked, and leaned back a little in surprise. “Are you sure you should be telling me this?”
Heero gave a derisive snort for the concept of confidentiality. “It’s obvious, considering the circumstances. The army just conquered an important strategic location. The troops aren’t going anywhere until a garrison arrives to fortify the place so the army can move out again. Anyone could see that.”
“Anyone whose job is tactics, anyway,” Trowa corrected dryly. “I, personally, am not a tactician. I am not even technically a soldier. I was a beast handler before I became what I am now.”
“Hn,” was Heero’s only response; he fell into a meditative silence, eyes fixed on the healer and his patient. Trowa watched him for a minute before speaking again.
“I didn’t know anything about you except what I heard from rumors, Heero, but I must admit that you aren’t anything like the man I had envisioned.”
Heero’s frown returned. “What do you mean?”