"I do, really," he says softly, like he's not entirely sure how it happened himself. Quiet wonder.
His hand squeezes Quentin's back when he mention's Jedao's particular confession, tight enough to hurt a little, if only for a moment. It's not warning, just a sharp, reflexive clutch as he swallows, as his eyes dart away, and then skitter back.
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Date: 2018-03-24 06:21 am (UTC)His hand squeezes Quentin's back when he mention's Jedao's particular confession, tight enough to hurt a little, if only for a moment. It's not warning, just a sharp, reflexive clutch as he swallows, as his eyes dart away, and then skitter back.
"Okay."