(Ol' Quentin. Smaller, not muscular, all the little insecurities he had right back to him. She isn't sure if that helps his case or hinders it, but either way, she needs him. She loathes that she does, loathes that it's one of those things she can't help right now, and yet, here she is. She is trying to be a little less sucky of a person, thanks Kamala, but she can't really apply that here anyway.
She needs to live, and Quentin is the easiest life vest in history. Sophie knows he's nervous, it's the trying-too-hard of it all that gets her. The way he gathers confidence, and loses it so quickly... And as a surprise, she doesn't even hate his outfit, but 'impressed' is a long shot. Her hands go to his hair, move it this way, that way, until it's a little more defined, a little more curly— it's nitpicky, and she's doing it anyway.)
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She needs to live, and Quentin is the easiest life vest in history. Sophie knows he's nervous, it's the trying-too-hard of it all that gets her. The way he gathers confidence, and loses it so quickly... And as a surprise, she doesn't even hate his outfit, but 'impressed' is a long shot. Her hands go to his hair, move it this way, that way, until it's a little more defined, a little more curly— it's nitpicky, and she's doing it anyway.)
/I just said it — What do you think?/
(SHE IS NOT GOOD. SHE IS. NOT GOOD. QUENTIN!!!)