[Slowly, achingly from how long he'd been sitting in the same position in the cold, Duo unwound himself. He let his legs drop and sat himself up enough so that he was able to take the cup.]
Wasn't your fault.
[He repeated it quietly as he lifted the cup to take a sip. Cocoa. He closed his eyes and might well have cried if, yanno, he could. But boys didn't dry. So he just continued to take small sips of the warming liquid because that's what Trowa wanted him to do.]
[Action]
Wasn't your fault.
[He repeated it quietly as he lifted the cup to take a sip. Cocoa. He closed his eyes and might well have cried if, yanno, he could. But boys didn't dry. So he just continued to take small sips of the warming liquid because that's what Trowa wanted him to do.]