"Whip them? No way, you can't do that!" Duo leaned forward so fast that coffee sloshed out of his mug and onto his fingers, burning them with the hot liquid. He cursed soundly, set the mug down and shoved his poor, injured finger into his mouth.

"Whaa....?" Duo's own violet eyes widened a little and he shook his head. "Nuh-uh!" He pulled his finger from his mouth to examine it. "No, I came here I guess. How was Quat after that?" He asked, his tone softening. Duo still ached, but he was managing to push it way down deep where feelings like that belonged.