"And here I thought I was thinking less..." He laughed it off and closed his eyes. Feel. He could feel. He knew he could. It was the clearing his mind and not thinking that was hard.

Focus. Just focus. He let his limbs go limp with Trowa's guidance. When he'd been younger and had struggled to control his empathy he'd always closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, his heartbeat, his own self and let everything else melt away. Stress, stiffness, everything just needed to go away and leave him alone.

Quatre slowed his breathing down, and focused just on Trowa's hands. They were warm and comforting, using just enough strength to move his arms into the correct positions without forcing them. It felt completely natural.