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[thesoundofsilence]

[Trowa is sitting cross-legged on the spartan little thing that passes for his bed, and is petting his kitten, Angus. The little ball of fluff seems to be walking back and forth across his lap, repeatedly marching up off the bed, over his legs, down to the bed, and back again. Apparently, a stay with Humee didn't hurt it any. Trowa, however, looks pretty lost in thought.]

...Sorry.

[How else would you apologize to everyone your Skrull pissed off when you're the type that's light on words?]



[Private (not encrypted) to Jonathan Crane:]

You said it could come see you.

[Trowa suddenly hugs the cat to himself. Angus headbutts his chin before wriggling out of his arms and stubbornly continuing his march.]

Can... I still go?

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voice; private

[phobic]

[nearly replied in text until he remembered Trowa has trouble reading.]

Those things were very convincing.

[this is his way of expressing mild irritation that he was fooled...]

Of course you can. I wouldn't have made the offer if I hadn't thought it was you.

voice; private

[thesoundofsilence]

[He's not sure what he should think about a person telling everyone he didn't want anything to do with them being convincing. Does he really have that hard a time trusting people? It's something he'll have to try and think about. Especially after all this mess...]

[He does actually feel as safe as his impostor did around a few certain people, though - the same ones as before. Tavros. Jon. A couple of others. He knows that much.]

Where is--[No. Wait.]--How do I get there? Where you are?