[ He reads annoyance, but there's something else there. Trowa presses his mouth in a thin line, weighing his options. Pushing the subject could get him the answer. Or a straighter one, at least.

The odds of that are low, though. And Hiro doesn't seem ready to speak his mind. Ok. Secrets are secrets. He just hopes someone else knows, so the other doesn't end up dealing with it on his own. ]

It matters to you. [ A pause, and then: ] I think most of us are in different places of our lives when it shouldn't be possible. This place seems to bend the rules.