[Quentin backs off the instant her face falls. Shit. He didn't mean to... she was yelling... Damn it. He takes another step toward her, all of the venom draining out of his face and posture. He doesn't regret anything he said, exactly. It was all true. But that doesn't make it easier to see Sophie hurt.]
I wasn't trying to—[He sighs harshly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.]
Look, I don't even remember when Phoebe and I got together. Okay? I kept dying, and it just kinda happened.
[He stops, visibly hears himself say that, and winces. Not better. He makes a silent "why me" gesture with his hands and walks over to her table, plopping himself down in a chair and melodramatically collapsing his whole upper body on the table with a dull thud. Just end him.]
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I wasn't trying to—[He sighs harshly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.]
Look, I don't even remember when Phoebe and I got together. Okay? I kept dying, and it just kinda happened.
[He stops, visibly hears himself say that, and winces. Not better. He makes a silent "why me" gesture with his hands and walks over to her table, plopping himself down in a chair and melodramatically collapsing his whole upper body on the table with a dull thud. Just end him.]