[He's well past squirming. Squirming was before he told her no the first time. By now he's just slumped on some bench in the city with his head in his hands.
He fucked it, didn't he? She's going to go off and tell everyone anyway and not talk to Quentin ever again and make him deal with all the fallout of everyone's damn depresson. It's a whole net fucking loss, and maybe he should've just agreed to keep the one slightly good thing he had going on, since it's not like any of the Krakoan mutants are going to thank him. Hell, Julian's probably going to punch him a few more times just for lying to him. But then Sophie replies finally andÂ
"Fine, Quire."
...
He'll take it.]
/Thanks./
[JUST GETTING THAT OUT OF THE WAY. He pauses briefly and then asks:]
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He fucked it, didn't he? She's going to go off and tell everyone anyway and not talk to Quentin ever again and make him deal with all the fallout of everyone's damn depresson. It's a whole net fucking loss, and maybe he should've just agreed to keep the one slightly good thing he had going on, since it's not like any of the Krakoan mutants are going to thank him. Hell, Julian's probably going to punch him a few more times just for lying to him. But then Sophie replies finally andÂ
"Fine, Quire."
...
He'll take it.]
/Thanks./
[JUST GETTING THAT OUT OF THE WAY. He pauses briefly and then asks:]
/Is... he okay? Hellion./