Clumsy
    Trowa groaned as he rolled onto his stomach and stared at the vid as it beeped pointedly at him. The screen displayed some city and country name with a number…with an unfamiliar area code. He decided he didn't want to bother, he knew that it would be one of the guys or Hilde, and he could call them back at any given time. He didn't have the will to move.
    Besides, he was feeling sick to his stomach from the vodka he'd stolen.
    Trowa stared vaguely at the screen as Duo appeared, his hair disheveled.
    “Hey, Tro, I know you're still at the house, so hit the damn button. I know I did not wake you up too early, it's already ten,” Duo stared into the camera, giving Trowa the eerie feeling that Duo was actually looking at him. “I know you don't do good by yourself, boy, answer the damn phone!”
    Trowa nearly hopped up at the command, but hesitated as Quatre wandered into the background.
    “What's up?” he asked, kissing Duo's cheek affectionately. The blond was wearing “casual” wear. Khaki pants with some shirt that probably cost more than Heero's junk-car.
    “I'm trying to make sure Trowa is all right,” Duo muttered, looking to the other. “Hilde left him yesterday around noon, so he had plenty of time to brood before going to bed. I'm hoping he didn't get into Heero's alcohol.”
    Trowa muttered darkly that if he did, it wasn't any of the American's business anyway. He pushed himself off the bed, stumbling across the room to hit the button and glare at the American.
    “Good, I knew you were watching,” Duo smirked at Trowa. “And I figured you'd have gotten drunk.”
    “I've got to go, Love,” Quatre muttered pointedly to Duo.
    Duo smiled at Trowa before kissing Quatre. “I'll see you later, love you.”
    “I love you too.”
    Trowa watched as Quatre disappeared from the room before focusing on Duo.
    “What?” Duo asked blankly, giving Trowa a confused look.
    “You never told me that you loved me,” Trowa breathed before he could stop himself.
    Duo feigned a look of surprise, knowing that he had to step carefully now. “I didn't?”
    Trowa laughed weakly. “But then again, there wasn't a week that went by that you hadn't fucked someone else.”
    Duo froze. “Trowa…”
    “I need to pack,” Trowa spat at the American, turning his back to the vid and moving to his closet.
    “Trowa, come back here,” Duo admonished, studying the edges of his screen. “Come on, you can't keep doing this!”
    “Doing what?” Trowa returned harshly. “Comparing our relationship to yours and Quatre's?”
    Duo sighed heavily, resting his elbows on the desk and covering his face with his hands so completely that Trowa couldn't see his face.
    Trowa smiled a pleased and disgusted smile, knowing that Duo was showing remorse for what he'd done.
    “I'm am so sorry,” Duo said thickly, still not looking up. “I know that doesn't make this better…”
    “You're a broken record,” Trowa informed him. “You say the same things over and over again…and it just gets old.”
    Duo exhaled a shaky breath–and sobbed.
    Trowa turned sharply to look at the guy, staring at him for a long moment before moving back into the sight of the screen. “Duo?”
    Duo shook his head, his face turned from the screen as he started to reach for the button.
    “Duo, don't!” Trowa said quickly, moving back up to stand directly in front of the screen.
    Duo hesitated.
    “Listen…I'm sorry, okay? I understand.”
    Duo sat back in his seat.
    “I just…I'm home alone, you know how I am when I'm home alone. I'm sorry, okay?”
    Duo nodded slowly, raising his eyes almost to screen level.
    “Duo?” Trowa pressed, raising a hand to the screen, resting the tips on the edge. “I'm serious, Duo, will you look at me, please?”
    Duo finally raised his eyes to the screen.
    Trowa took the initiative and looked into the camera. “I just…the stuff that you did with Heero…”
    “We kissed, once, that's all.”
    “That's all it takes!” Trowa snapped back. “It's always a thing of the moment with you! You never think who you'll hurt with your actions! And then with Hilde!”
    Duo swallowed thickly, turning his back to the screen.
    “I'm not even there with you now!” Trowa went on. “I can't even say what you've done during these days when Quatre's not there! You were already complaining to me about not being satisfied!”
    “I'm not…” Duo's voice was harsh, shouted, as he turned back to the camera and swallowed again. “I'm not doing that anymore, Trowa! I love Quatre and don't want to hurt him…I love him. Do you understand that? Can you even comprehend…”
    Duo's words, however, had the adverse effect to his intent.
    Trowa was staring pointedly at the far corner of his bedroom, wanting very much to hang up. “And what about me? You never did tell me you loved me before…” he swallowed. “You didn't, did you?”
    Duo stared at his friend for a long moment in silence.
    “I do love you,” Duo said finally, his tone quiet and calm. “I've always loved you.”
    Trowa turned back to the screen.
    “I love you in a way that I could never love anyone else. It's more than that…but we don't work together. You let me get away with too much, and I take advantage of your love. I can't help that I do this…and I guess it's your fault.”
    Trowa straightened, stepping back from the screen.
    “If you'd just stayed mad at me when it all started…if you'd made me work to get you back…then maybe I would have respected you…”
    “Fuck you!” Trowa snapped, his own throat tight, he couldn't believe Duo had the balls to say that to him! He could not believe that Duo was still so utterly unaware of the fact that Trowa still loved him and would give anything to be back at his side. He didn't understand how Duo could just…accuse him… “Fuck you to hell! I hope you burn!”
    Duo had caught his breath, his eyes going wide. He ran a hand through his hair instead of speaking for a moment, then looked into the camera. “Trowa?”
    Trowa was fuming as he stared into Duo's eyes. “What?” he demanded coldly.
    “Are you over me?”
    Trowa swallowed, shifting his weight uncomfortably looking to the far corner of the room. “Of course I'm not,” he muttered. “You were the best I ever had…you have something I need.”
    Duo didn't say anything for a long moment, studying his screen.
    “When we get to Spain,” Duo muttered finally, looking into his camera, “we need to talk.”
    “Talks with you end up hurting me,” Trowa returned distantly, his hand moving over the connection button. “Talks with you never go the easy way.”
    “Nothing worth having comes easily,” Duo returned.
    Trowa raised his eyes in amazement to study Duo's face on the screen.
    Duo disconnected.
    Trowa stepped back from the screen, swallowing thickly before turning and stumbling to his bed. His mind wasn't wrapping around what Duo had just said. Duo could not have just implied that he still wanted a relationship with him…not with how loyal he seemed to Quatre, not with how sincere he was about loving the other teen.
    Trowa closed his eyes, dropping back onto his bed.
    “If…” he muttered quietly into the utter stillness of a house that was never supposed to rest.
    He decided he didn't want to finish that thought.