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[ Almost without meaning to, Quatre leaned against that touch; it had been so, so long. Then he turned his arm a bit, until he could just hold on to Trowa's hand with his own, a touch of warmth and steadiness when everything was still spinning. ]
Thank you, Trowa.
[ Still quiet, but steady, and he followed, his chin still down, but his eyes taking in the oddness about them. ]