His eyes drifted closed as he tried to sort through what he was feeling from Quatre's feelings.He had no clue what was going through Quatre's head but he thought the nerves and the excitement came from Quatre. For him, the love he felt for Quatre had been such a fact since the amazing, silly, wonderful, brave pilot surrendered to him. The duet had only cemented it, and it had just grown stronger and stronger. He loved all the pilots, but his love for Quatre was the strongest he'd ever felt. Quatre was his touchstone, his center. He would do anything for the other man.
Trowa didn't like the feeling of Quatre being scared. He pulled Quatre closer, wanting to reach out and destroy whatever was making Quatre feel unsettled which he could now feel it. He laced his fingers through Quatre's spare hand. Why couldn't he say more? Words were ever his bane. He was good at showing things, but making the words sound right never worked. "You have always been dear to me."