[ It's unfamiliar. Quentin thinks if it were anyone else it would be invasive, too awkward, too strange--but Klaus is, by very definition, strange. It doesn't feel threatening, it doesn't feel pitying. It feels like Klaus.
It's a nice point to focus on, even if Quentin doesn't say that. He's not even sure he has the capacity to, not right now, but he offers a small, forced smile. The only reason his jaw isn't so tight is because he's too busy reeling that the fact that someone brushed his hair out of his face that wasn't Alice or Julia and he hasn't immediately dipped his head back.
Then again, he trusts Klaus. He probably shouldn't, but he does. And this is the reason why, he realizes. ]
Honestly? Like I should have been quieter.
[ It's soft, but not accusatory. Quentin's just dipping into uncharted territory. ]
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It's a nice point to focus on, even if Quentin doesn't say that. He's not even sure he has the capacity to, not right now, but he offers a small, forced smile. The only reason his jaw isn't so tight is because he's too busy reeling that the fact that someone brushed his hair out of his face that wasn't Alice or Julia and he hasn't immediately dipped his head back.
Then again, he trusts Klaus. He probably shouldn't, but he does. And this is the reason why, he realizes. ]
Honestly? Like I should have been quieter.
[ It's soft, but not accusatory. Quentin's just dipping into uncharted territory. ]