[Quentin... can relate, honestly. His situation isn't 1-to-1 with Nate's by any means, but he's been used by more people than he'd care to think about. Omega level telepathy can't help you when you're just too dumb to question what's in front of you. His eyebrows pinch upward sympathetically, but he doesn't elaborate. Nate doesn't seem like the sappy type, and Quentin sure isn't either. Fortunately, they're also both telepaths, which means things like words are strictly optional. Thus far he hasn't felt Nate trying to pry into his brain, so Quentin doesn't feel the need to lock anything down to the exclusion of what he wants the guy to sense. Rather, he just faintly project that "I got you, fam" vibe in Nate's direction. If he's suspicious, he can check Quentin.

Meanwhile, Quentin's going to visibly ponder Nate's statement as though he was asked for advice. Which he wasn't. But hey, he already declared himself Nate's friend, and the dork hasn't corrected him yet. He's feeling a little cheeky, a little presumptuous. Sue him!]

Well, I'd cut the "I don't have friends" crap, first of all. Seriously, dude, if all you do is a) talk about your powers, b) lose control of your powers, and c) be a wet blanket, what can you really expect? Nobody inviting you out for karaoke night, that's for sure.

[He's helping!]