Quatre was sure that anyone who knew him would know why he was sad. If he had known others realized as well, he would have been a little more embarrassed about that because he usually kept things like that close. As it was, he was already making enough of a scene, but it was inevitable today.

He chuckled softly as the butterflies began to land on him. They were very happy, it was hard to deny that. At least at the moment, he could temporarily ignore it.

He looked up at the person who spoke, smiling. "Yes, I do like them. Are they yours?"