[klaus turns to look as well, sinks his teeth into the side of his cheek then returns his gaze to quentin.] Where everything blew up? [and just like that, quentin's putting his arm down, moving to curl in on himself. something white-hot pierces his chest, sharp, almost knocking the breath straight out of his lungs.]
Hey, it— it's okay. You don't have to do it alone, you know?
[considering he'd helped before, why wouldn't he this time as well? as a matter of fact:] Q, listen. [he shuffles up next to the shorter male, loops an arm around his shoulders and gingerly squeezes.]
We just gotta ride out the rest of the week, [he continues, gripping a bit firmer, his head tilting with consideration.] Then we can check out and you'll come home with me. We'll be able to work better from there.
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Hey, it— it's okay. You don't have to do it alone, you know?
[considering he'd helped before, why wouldn't he this time as well? as a matter of fact:] Q, listen. [he shuffles up next to the shorter male, loops an arm around his shoulders and gingerly squeezes.]
We just gotta ride out the rest of the week, [he continues, gripping a bit firmer, his head tilting with consideration.] Then we can check out and you'll come home with me. We'll be able to work better from there.