[Success...? Okay, honestly, Quentin was 50/50 that Julian would just keep walking away and not even bother. It didn't seem to upset him that much that Quentin lied, for whatever reason. Quentin could've just left we'll enough alone and not ever had to talk about this whole mess.
But here's the thing he's realized: he wants to talk about it. At least, some small part of him does. A lot of him doesn't. Emotions run high when talking anything Krakoa back home, understandably so, and this place offers a rare opportunity to talk about what he experienced with someone who doesn't (yet) have a mountain of their own trauma related to the Fall. Everything he had doubts about, choices he wasn't happy about but doesn't know if he regrets. Would Julian have been his first—or second (or third)— choice for that conversation? Nope. But thanks to a certain blonde beauty queen, that ship has sailed. And since Quentin has no intention of telling anyone else, Julian's who he'll have to make do with.
... Unless the guy completely obliterates him first. He sure is moving awfully fast... And not... slowing down...]
Oh—
[Quentin pulls up enough of a TK shield around his body to tank it when Julian hits him, though the back of his skull still smacks the wall uncomfortably, and he makes the ungraceful "guhh" noise of someone getting the wind knocked out of him. Quentin barks out a humorless breathy laugh and wheezes a reply that sounds way, way more cocky than he actually feels.]
Guess you decided.
[God. Why did he invite this again? Oh right, because he's mentally unstable. That.]
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But here's the thing he's realized: he wants to talk about it. At least, some small part of him does. A lot of him doesn't. Emotions run high when talking anything Krakoa back home, understandably so, and this place offers a rare opportunity to talk about what he experienced with someone who doesn't (yet) have a mountain of their own trauma related to the Fall. Everything he had doubts about, choices he wasn't happy about but doesn't know if he regrets. Would Julian have been his first—or second (or third)— choice for that conversation? Nope. But thanks to a certain blonde beauty queen, that ship has sailed. And since Quentin has no intention of telling anyone else, Julian's who he'll have to make do with.
... Unless the guy completely obliterates him first. He sure is moving awfully fast... And not... slowing down...]
Oh—
[Quentin pulls up enough of a TK shield around his body to tank it when Julian hits him, though the back of his skull still smacks the wall uncomfortably, and he makes the ungraceful "guhh" noise of someone getting the wind knocked out of him. Quentin barks out a humorless breathy laugh and wheezes a reply that sounds way, way more cocky than he actually feels.]
Guess you decided.
[God. Why did he invite this again? Oh right, because he's mentally unstable. That.]