[Quentin is temporarily pulled out of his angst by Sophie turning around with that worried look. Why is she...? And then she breaks out the first aid kit, walks over to him, and takes his hand to... inspect for injuries?
Oh. Because of the glass. He supposes maybe most people would hurt themselves crumpling a champagne glass into tiny bits with their mind, but Quentin isn't "most people". He'd have to turn in his "world class telekinetic" card if he couldn't manage that. He quirks an eyebrow curiously at Sophie, flicks his wrist casually in the general direction of the glass on the floor, and a tiny pink broom and dustpan made of psionic energy appear and start cleaning up.]
Why would she...?
[The way he trails off makes it clear that he's not actually asking. He knows. He looks away from Sophie and massages his forehead with a grimace.]
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Oh. Because of the glass. He supposes maybe most people would hurt themselves crumpling a champagne glass into tiny bits with their mind, but Quentin isn't "most people". He'd have to turn in his "world class telekinetic" card if he couldn't manage that. He quirks an eyebrow curiously at Sophie, flicks his wrist casually in the general direction of the glass on the floor, and a tiny pink broom and dustpan made of psionic energy appear and start cleaning up.]
Why would she...?
[The way he trails off makes it clear that he's not actually asking. He knows. He looks away from Sophie and massages his forehead with a grimace.]
Phoebe was jealous. Of you. Is that it?