( unfortunately for them both, julian does recognize the signs of a panic attack. it's the shaky voice, the grabbing desperately for him, that tips him off. and the nice thing to do here would be to back off. to give quentin some air, give him time to come back to himself before he goes back to his high-pitched whining and bitching. but julian?
well. he doesn't do that. his grip loosens some; pressure against quentin's collar significantly less hard than it had been, but it's still there. he's not letting him move away, not giving him a clear out, because this back and forth has to stop. there's no telekinetic force holding him up anymore, it's just julian. even the metal prosthetics are keeping off of him. )
No. I need you to listen.
( quire's voice is shaky, but julian's is firm. confident. unwavering. )
Look at me. Breathe. You want to take a look in my head? Go for it. But if you try to manipulate me physically in any way, you'll regret it.
( it's giving quire permission to snoop. to learn that julian? doesn't mean to harm him any. this isn't him using his physical presence to intimidate him - or not by julian's definition at least. this is him getting into quire's face, to make sure he understands. he was angry about quentin knowing krakoa was gone and letting julian think everything was just dandy. but with that anger comes the understanding that julian would have done the same thing. there's no point in making someone suffer through something twice, is there? and he - gets it. it was a bid to keep julian from kicking the shit out of quentin or whatever - as if that's what he would have done with that knowledge. maybe he would have. maybe he would have taken out his anger on quentin just because he's an easy and conveniently located target, but the point is that quentin hadn't told him, and maybe, just maybe, buried keep in that stupid skull of his - quentin meant it as a way to protect julian.
doesn't matter what quentin's intentions were. what matters is julian's: he's here to correct a misunderstanding, to prevent this back and forth - or reruns as quentin calls them. neither of them need to be wasting their energy like this. )
And when you're ready to calm down, shut up, and listen, we'll finish this so I can fuck off and leave you to your moping.
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well. he doesn't do that. his grip loosens some; pressure against quentin's collar significantly less hard than it had been, but it's still there. he's not letting him move away, not giving him a clear out, because this back and forth has to stop. there's no telekinetic force holding him up anymore, it's just julian. even the metal prosthetics are keeping off of him. )
No. I need you to listen.
( quire's voice is shaky, but julian's is firm. confident. unwavering. )
Look at me. Breathe. You want to take a look in my head? Go for it. But if you try to manipulate me physically in any way, you'll regret it.
( it's giving quire permission to snoop. to learn that julian? doesn't mean to harm him any. this isn't him using his physical presence to intimidate him - or not by julian's definition at least. this is him getting into quire's face, to make sure he understands. he was angry about quentin knowing krakoa was gone and letting julian think everything was just dandy. but with that anger comes the understanding that julian would have done the same thing. there's no point in making someone suffer through something twice, is there? and he - gets it. it was a bid to keep julian from kicking the shit out of quentin or whatever - as if that's what he would have done with that knowledge. maybe he would have. maybe he would have taken out his anger on quentin just because he's an easy and conveniently located target, but the point is that quentin hadn't told him, and maybe, just maybe, buried keep in that stupid skull of his - quentin meant it as a way to protect julian.
doesn't matter what quentin's intentions were. what matters is julian's: he's here to correct a misunderstanding, to prevent this back and forth - or reruns as quentin calls them. neither of them need to be wasting their energy like this. )
And when you're ready to calm down, shut up, and listen, we'll finish this so I can fuck off and leave you to your moping.