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You know what to do.

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From:

ninefox

"A table with squishy tentacles to nudge you away. You could make that, probably."

Even if most guests would find the image more perturbing than Jedao does. It's got nothing on being mysteriously cocooned by an angry unknown voidmoth, after all.

From:

magician_king

"Well, I wouldn't affix it to the table. But maybe I could build myself some kind of low-key proximity thrum."

He says, tilting his head side to side.

"A buzz when I'm on a collision course."

From:

magician_king

"That is not what I am describing, it is going to be a gross, uphill slog for years and years of your life."

He says, with a snort.

From:

credere

"Exactly," Credence says. They're talking along the same tracks here. "I'm alright with that."

'Gross, uphill slog' has characterised basically his entire life so far. What's a few years more?

From:

magician_king

"I'll talk to the others. We'll make a plan."

He says, but hesitates, and then just goes out and admits;

"But we should make sure you won't resent it, you know? And me. I don't want to do this on the basis of your memory of what we were."

From:

credere

"Oh."

Credence's shoulders tighten a little. Rune chirps at him reassuringly.

"I...thought we were still friends."

From:

magician_king

"Of course I do. But it feels- like you're furious with me, and like I keep disappointing you?"

He goes ahead and blurts out.

From:

credere

"I'm not. You don't. I don't know how to stop doing that."

This is probably one of those same situations that makes Fives suspect Credence hates him, even though he barely has an opinion beyond vague secondhand approval because Quentin likes him.

From:

magician_king

"Tell me you don't wish I was gone and I'll believe you, until I ask you to say it again."

He proposes, with a slightly shaky breath.

From:

credere

Credence lets himself experience the lurch of emotion in his throat, the horrible pang of guilt that he's making his friend feel like that. He does what he was long since taught to do when words aren't up to the task: he just leans forward, gently dislodging Rune, and hugs him tightly.

"I don't," he says, very quietly, into his neck.

From:

magician_king

He leans over into him, and closes his eyes, cheek resting against the top of his head.

"Okay. Thank you."

Returning the hug as tight as he can.

From:

credere

This would be a nice, salutary moment if Credence didn't immediately ruin it by kissing the corner of Quentin's mouth and then immediately throwing himself backwards.

"Sorry. Sorry."

From:

magician_king

"Don't apologize," says Quentin, utterly flabbergasted, "just- come back here. Wait, talk to Shiro first- but then after you do- standing invitation to come back over here on a more decisive basis is an invitation that stands."

Bowled over though he may look by the development.

From:

credere

Credence nods. Rubs his hands over his face.

"...I have a question. About...something else. Not to do with any of this."

From:

magician_king

"I have a thirty percent chance of being able to focused enough to answer it coherently, but I will do my best."

Which is about all he can offer.

From:

credere

He bites his lip.

"...Is there a way of finding out who shared a dream with me without just...asking everyone?"

Because he's not uttering a word on the network about his weird Grindelwald sex dreams.

From:

magician_king

"Uh-"

Says Quentin, and tries to think through his mental rolodex of magic and flood event logistics, and all the like.

"-unsure. I would need to sit back and spend some time on the idea."

From:

credere

"Thank you. There was someone I didn't recognise from the Barge, but it wasn't someone from home, and...I want to know who saw what he saw."

From:

magician_king

"Probably just a new guy."

He reasons, quietly, and shakes his head, trying to get himself to really not talk about it. Except-

"It's- up from one point five to two, by the way. I decided I was being dumb. Just- full cards on the table."