( despite the shoving, this? isn't all that bad for them. look, quire pulled himself together, julian didn't lose his shit at him, and neither of them are all that badly bruised. physically. mentally? that'll take a bit to recover from, but they're working on it. unfortunately, quentin keeps opening his mouth and making crap worse. but it's fine. this is fine. they can deal with this.
julian gives an irritated little sigh and pinches his nose between his index finger and thumb, taking a few steps off to the side of quentin so he can turn around and shove his back against the wall, using it to sink down to the ground beside him. )
Sure. Okay. ( christ. this just keeps getting worse, doesn't it. but the sooner they get this over with, the sooner it can be done and over with. so julian lower a hand to the ground and pats at it, gesturing for quire to follow him down to the ground. ) Let's just get this over with. You've got the floor, I'm listening.
no subject
julian gives an irritated little sigh and pinches his nose between his index finger and thumb, taking a few steps off to the side of quentin so he can turn around and shove his back against the wall, using it to sink down to the ground beside him. )
Sure. Okay. ( christ. this just keeps getting worse, doesn't it. but the sooner they get this over with, the sooner it can be done and over with. so julian lower a hand to the ground and pats at it, gesturing for quire to follow him down to the ground. ) Let's just get this over with. You've got the floor, I'm listening.