[Look, if Julian wants to sweep the whole Cyclops business under the rug, Quentin's happy to let him. God knows he doesn't want to hear any kind of stupid lecture about how shitty everyone older than him is for the eightieth time, especially when Quentin actually... likes working with Slim.

He does Julian the favor of not belaboring the "I haven't gotten there yet" point, because he does know that stings. It'll sting for a while. Instead, he's going to focus on the second comment. Aka, the one he can be kind of an asshole about.

Quentin taps his chin in an exaggerated show of contemplation.]

Hmm, let's see. My ex-girlfriend who is near and dear to my heart or some asshole jock in a lame Magneto cosplay? You're right, that is a tough choice.

[There's just enough hints of a smile at the corners of his eyes to show that he's not entirely serious.]

Anyway, pretty sure Idie's the one person I know who has worse anger issues than you. Like hell am I pissing her off. I like living, thanks.