[ He shouldn't be so calm, he thinks. He shouldn't be so numb to Ben panicking--that's not quite usual for him, but it's normal for Quentin to match the energy of whoever's around him, at least when it comes to feelings of anxiousness and stress. Less so the positives, but hey, it's a weird trait. Instead, it might as well be static. He may be back in Deerington, but his own shit is not really allowing him to feel anything other than that bone-deep ache he's trying to get rid of with warm water.
Ben switching to voice, though--well, alright, Quentin prefers texting but he doesn't have a leg to stand on. He just plain doesn't care right now, not when there's an entire bottle of jack daniels a caddy where the shampoo normally goes and he's smoking his first cigarette in what feels like weeks. ]
I'm fine--hey. I'm fine. I've only been up, like, an hour. [ His voice is echoey thanks to the acoustics. ] I was going to text you after this.
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Ben switching to voice, though--well, alright, Quentin prefers texting but he doesn't have a leg to stand on. He just plain doesn't care right now, not when there's an entire bottle of jack daniels a caddy where the shampoo normally goes and he's smoking his first cigarette in what feels like weeks. ]
I'm fine--hey. I'm fine. I've only been up, like, an hour. [ His voice is echoey thanks to the acoustics. ] I was going to text you after this.
Everything okay?