Quatre leaned a bit closer to Trowa as his hand wrapped around his waist, holding him against him. No issue with it at all as he took a sip of his drink.

"That's good. It does seem like there are a number of people here able to fight."

Which was why he hadn't felt bad about leaving the fighting to others and helping with the repairs. He could do both, but not everyone could the kind of repairs that he knew how to do.