( he'd given quire permission to go snooping, so there's no bitching on his part when he does start skimming through julian's mind. if he were a telepath? he'd probably lean on the same: it's easier to understand someone when you can just - look into their head, know exactly what they mean even if they don't say as much. and quentin had already pulled lines about how telepaths are shit at reading people when they aren't literally reading them. so, here: he gets access into julian's head, into the crap that's motivating him through this. quentin gets to know, without a sliver of doubt, exactly what julian is up to and why he's doing it.
the direct line of sensation from quentin's hand to his own head? throws him off for a moment. because outside of phantom pains, it has been a significant amount of time since julian has experienced what it feels like to actually be able to touch people with his hands. he can pick crap up, move things, do a lot of crap most people with flesh and blood hands can but he can't feel it. the sensation of his own heartbeat, pressed against quire's fingertips? is fucking weird. but not - unwanted.
but julian keeps the commentary to a minimum. takes a few more deep, slow breaths, letting himself calm down. feeling through quire as his heartbeat goes from too fast, too hard, to something significantly more comfortable. keeps himself quiet, too, while they both calm down a little. and once julian feels a little less like jumping out of his own shoes, he does open his mouth and speak up, )
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the direct line of sensation from quentin's hand to his own head? throws him off for a moment. because outside of phantom pains, it has been a significant amount of time since julian has experienced what it feels like to actually be able to touch people with his hands. he can pick crap up, move things, do a lot of crap most people with flesh and blood hands can but he can't feel it. the sensation of his own heartbeat, pressed against quire's fingertips? is fucking weird. but not - unwanted.
but julian keeps the commentary to a minimum. takes a few more deep, slow breaths, letting himself calm down. feeling through quire as his heartbeat goes from too fast, too hard, to something significantly more comfortable. keeps himself quiet, too, while they both calm down a little. and once julian feels a little less like jumping out of his own shoes, he does open his mouth and speak up, )
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