capeandcowl | video

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† trowa barton | n/a

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[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?

Threaded | Flat

[He's only just starting to get back to using his comm now.

But it doesn't take much to deduce what the boy is apologizing for.]

Don't apologize for their actions.

[Bam! Catface on screen... and also some bandages, but that's not the point.]

Are you okay?

[Harry doesn't seem to care much either way.]

Hullo.

Um, it wasn't you, or your fault. I'm sorry, for not, uh, figuring it out.

[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.

[ Ginny is on this so fast. ]

Trowa! You're all right? How are you feeling?

[ And then a pause, while she computes that he's actually apologising. ]

...Why are you saying sorry? You haven't done anything wrong!