[ The rest of the week? Yeah, if he'll get let out. Quentin has the sneaking suspicion, dread-like and in waves, that something's going to happen. That he's not going to be able to get out. He knows he can't think like that, but even through the medication, it's difficult not to.
How long has he been here? It's sort of blurred together. Or maybe it's blurring together now? He can't quite tell, and he slumps down in his position, no longer hugging his knees but sort of slumped, half on the ground half not.
It takes him a while to actually hear Klaus. He's physically heard him just fine, but: ]
Check me out? To your place?
[ Oh, God, Quentin had assumed Klaus was homeless and--hold on-- ] Do we get released the same day?
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How long has he been here? It's sort of blurred together. Or maybe it's blurring together now? He can't quite tell, and he slumps down in his position, no longer hugging his knees but sort of slumped, half on the ground half not.
It takes him a while to actually hear Klaus. He's physically heard him just fine, but: ]
Check me out? To your place?
[ Oh, God, Quentin had assumed Klaus was homeless and--hold on-- ] Do we get released the same day?