[His normally faster-than-average brain is sputtering, because it almost sounds like Sophie... wants... to be around him? He has no expectations of that meaning anything, other than him being a telepathic port, if a less-than-ideal one, in a storm. And that whole thing about "I hate what you're wearing" is kind of ominous, because Quentin does in fact really, really like his uniform, and he wouldn't exactly be excited to change it. But like... it's not like he's going to say no, right? That would be stupid. For... reasons he cannot adequately express.]
/... Should I, uh. Meet you somewhere or come find you or. You find me or. Uh. Well, that's all the options, isn't it./
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[His normally faster-than-average brain is sputtering, because it almost sounds like Sophie... wants... to be around him? He has no expectations of that meaning anything, other than him being a telepathic port, if a less-than-ideal one, in a storm. And that whole thing about "I hate what you're wearing" is kind of ominous, because Quentin does in fact really, really like his uniform, and he wouldn't exactly be excited to change it. But like... it's not like he's going to say no, right? That would be stupid. For... reasons he cannot adequately express.]
/... Should I, uh. Meet you somewhere or come find you or. You find me or. Uh. Well, that's all the options, isn't it./