[ He did mean it, but Quentin--he's not really the shy kid in the corner anymore, not after all that's happened, but he's still shy about his feelings. He's a messed up ball of emotion, most of it negative, even if he's started to try to find the best in things. Like Klaus, who's smiling and even if some light faded a bit, Quentin chalks it up to being upset.
Hell, they're friends. God knows Klaus kept Quentin sane, would it be so bad to assume it was the same vice-versa? ]
Sure.
[ Quentin forces a smile, even if he finds he's getting strangely choked up about the whole thing, and reaches for an extra scrap of paper. He writes it first before anything else, and it's only once he slides it over to Klaus that he slides down onto the floor to get started with the ritual proper. ]
You know you remind me of one of my best friends from college?
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Hell, they're friends. God knows Klaus kept Quentin sane, would it be so bad to assume it was the same vice-versa? ]
Sure.
[ Quentin forces a smile, even if he finds he's getting strangely choked up about the whole thing, and reaches for an extra scrap of paper. He writes it first before anything else, and it's only once he slides it over to Klaus that he slides down onto the floor to get started with the ritual proper. ]
You know you remind me of one of my best friends from college?