[Quentin's initial reaction is... annoyance. Disbelief and, yes, disappointment are there as well. But mostly irritation. Indignation. This motherfucker.
Julian pinned Quentin to a wall—very much, and he cannot stress this enough, not in a remotely fun way—didn't give him any goddamn personal space when he asked, and insisted on some stupid trust exercise that Quentin didn't need or want. And now he won't even do a regular-ass hug? Like a normal person? What a freak. Not that Quentin's much of a hugger either. But like... at least he tries to do normal person shit occasionally. Sometimes. Turns out when the whole world is insane a little normalcy can be really fucking nice, and he assumed Julian would understand that, but nooooo.
Quentin slowly lowers his arms with a surly expression, deciding to just address the one comment Julian did make and be done with this fiasco.]
Hey, Cain's not that bad a guy when you get to know him. Sure, a little rough around the edges and dumb as a bag of rocks, but the guy gives a shit like nobody's... business.
[The way Quentin trails off has nothing to do with Cain Marko. He peers at Julian again, and this time he skims Keller's mind briefly. Not deeply enough to get much in the way of details, just a quick "vibe check". Get the big picture, as it were. It's... well, "quagmire" is a word. Which makes sense, all things considering. Not like the guy's head was a prime example of tranquility even before this.
... Eh. Fuck it. Julian won't come get a stupid hug? Fine. Quentin will do it himself. Assuming Keller doesn't hurl him through a building just for trying, Quentin's going to cross the short gap between them, sling one arm around Julian's neck and the other around his ribcage, and give the miserable jerk a stupid goddamn hug.]
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Julian pinned Quentin to a wall—very much, and he cannot stress this enough, not in a remotely fun way—didn't give him any goddamn personal space when he asked, and insisted on some stupid trust exercise that Quentin didn't need or want. And now he won't even do a regular-ass hug? Like a normal person? What a freak. Not that Quentin's much of a hugger either. But like... at least he tries to do normal person shit occasionally. Sometimes. Turns out when the whole world is insane a little normalcy can be really fucking nice, and he assumed Julian would understand that, but nooooo.
Quentin slowly lowers his arms with a surly expression, deciding to just address the one comment Julian did make and be done with this fiasco.]
Hey, Cain's not that bad a guy when you get to know him. Sure, a little rough around the edges and dumb as a bag of rocks, but the guy gives a shit like nobody's... business.
[The way Quentin trails off has nothing to do with Cain Marko. He peers at Julian again, and this time he skims Keller's mind briefly. Not deeply enough to get much in the way of details, just a quick "vibe check". Get the big picture, as it were. It's... well, "quagmire" is a word. Which makes sense, all things considering. Not like the guy's head was a prime example of tranquility even before this.
... Eh. Fuck it. Julian won't come get a stupid hug? Fine. Quentin will do it himself. Assuming Keller doesn't hurl him through a building just for trying, Quentin's going to cross the short gap between them, sling one arm around Julian's neck and the other around his ribcage, and give the miserable jerk a stupid goddamn hug.]