Most of it was. Except for the part at the end, where, uh... [ He motions his head over to the wall and--oh, damn, they're in a new room. Makes sense. They had to clean up. He squints, trying to focus on something other than Klaus' hand, which he carefully sets down, and then draws his knees up to his chest to hug them. ]
I'll figure out some way.
[ Because there has to be a way, there absolutely has to be, and Klaus--God bless Klaus the junkie, Klaus the no one, Klaus the weirdo. He's none of those things, really. Even if he thinks he is, Quentin knows he's not.
but, fuck, even with the drunks there's a sinking feeling in his chest. ]
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I'll figure out some way.
[ Because there has to be a way, there absolutely has to be, and Klaus--God bless Klaus the junkie, Klaus the no one, Klaus the weirdo. He's none of those things, really. Even if he thinks he is, Quentin knows he's not.
but, fuck, even with the drunks there's a sinking feeling in his chest. ]