"I'm not running everything at the kitchen shift any more. Just a couple
stations. I thought I was helping out, making it so he didn't have to work.
I didn't realise that when he offered to help, he...meant it."
"He really likes cooking, actually. So that'll be a nice thing for you to do together. Especially if you start using your hands a bit and get into it too."
He says, with a small little smile.
"Get him talking about muffins, if you want something to chat about."
That statement settles something that was feeling horribly jagged inside
him, the sense that Quentin was grudgingly going through the motions of
being his friend while missing the person he used to be. He almost visibly
deflates, and kisses Quentin's temple.
It's the other side to the coin of Quentin's own anxieties- that the new person, this Aurelius Dumbledore, doesn't care about- or more specifically, really like him very much.
There's nothing like being allowed to fall asleep in someone's lap to soothe the fear of rejection away.
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Date: 2019-03-05 01:27 pm (UTC)He says, pleased he sees it, settling down by increments.
"I still ruffle his feathers sometimes, but he's pretty good about forgiving me."
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Date: 2019-03-05 01:30 pm (UTC)Credence nods.
"I'm not running everything at the kitchen shift any more. Just a couple stations. I thought I was helping out, making it so he didn't have to work. I didn't realise that when he offered to help, he...meant it."
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Date: 2019-03-05 01:34 pm (UTC)He says, with a small little smile.
"Get him talking about muffins, if you want something to chat about."
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Date: 2019-03-05 01:52 pm (UTC)"Muffins. Alright."
There's a short silence before he addresses the elephant in the room:
"What are you going to do about your eye?"
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Date: 2019-03-05 02:50 pm (UTC)He says, for context, because cybernetics are a bit far afield for him.
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Date: 2019-03-05 02:52 pm (UTC)"Oh - an electric one?" His brow furrows. "I thought Rhys was a machine. Like Teddy."
Surely someone could only be so persistent and annoying by design.
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Date: 2019-03-06 12:39 am (UTC)He asks, suddenly unsure.
"No, almost certainly not. He's just- bits and pieces."
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Date: 2019-03-06 12:07 pm (UTC)"Oh."
He's about to ask how an electric eye can talk to a human brain, but then realises that even if Quentin knows, he won't understand the answer.
"I hope he can help you," he says, instead.
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Date: 2019-03-06 02:34 pm (UTC)He says, eyes shutting a little tighter, because he really hopes so too.
"It's shitty right now- but we're all going to get through it."
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Date: 2019-03-06 02:41 pm (UTC)"Yes," Credence says, with certainty he can't feel. "Would you like me to stay for a while?"
He'd like to, but he's not pushing that on Quentin.
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Date: 2019-03-07 04:48 am (UTC)He says, in relief.
"Although I'm about to take my pills, so I'm probably just going to fall asleep on you."
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Date: 2019-03-07 09:51 am (UTC)"That's fine," Credence says softly, shifting in closer. "I'll stay until you wake up."
It's a statement, not an offer.
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Date: 2019-03-08 06:05 am (UTC)He says, and;
"It's so good to have you back."
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Date: 2019-03-08 08:28 am (UTC)That statement settles something that was feeling horribly jagged inside him, the sense that Quentin was grudgingly going through the motions of being his friend while missing the person he used to be. He almost visibly deflates, and kisses Quentin's temple.
"Sleep."
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Date: 2019-03-08 12:21 pm (UTC)There's nothing like being allowed to fall asleep in someone's lap to soothe the fear of rejection away.