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[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[magician_king]

Quentin gasps, and folds into his shoulder, hanging on tight for a heartbeat, relieved and warm and okay again, as long as Credence promises.

"Come find me. Whenever. I'll wait for you, okay?"

[credere]

"Okay," he mumbles, and draws back just a little. His eyes are red and a bit wetter, but his expression calmer. "Th-thank you."

[magician_king]

"You too."

He says, and backs off a few steps, then turns reluctantly to go, leaving him to the enclosure, going to go find a private corner to curl into.