Smiling down at his beloved, battle torn Trowa, he rested his hand over his lover's. "You really should take better care of yourself. Though it does give me the rare opportunity to take care of you for a change, I much prefer my Trowa undamaged."

Squeezing Trowa's hand, Quatre moved it back to his lap before leaving Trowa briefly, returning soon with a pair of silken pajamas. "Just the bottoms like normal or can I talk you into wearing a shirt to bed as well?"