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[ It was slow in coming, and really small, but Quatre's face softened, and the corners of his eyes crinkled, just a little, with the hint of a smile. (No, of course there would be danger, and some of it would be under Quatre's command, or for the sake of protecting Quatre, but not... not like that. Not anymore.) ]
I'm sure all the animals at both places love you. Do you ride, at the stables? I... the pet cafe sounds very good.
[ For a moment, Quatre sounded a lot like he'd used to. Because, somehow, that seemed right and fitting in the world, and it brought him peace, actual peace. Even more so because it was fitting and right and it was for Trowa. ]