[ Quentin has forgotten how to breathe. He's marveling at Klaus, frets and worries forgotten, and he carefully watches the other, scooting just a little bit closer so their knees all but bump. ]
--Holy shit.
[ It's beginner hedge witch level, sure, but Quentin is absolutely beaming now, worries as forgotten as the air for a brief moment. ]
You never were, I just--I guess I haven't been teaching you right, this--
[ He dissolves into laughter, reaching over to bear hug the other as tightly as he can. ]
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[ Quentin has forgotten how to breathe. He's marveling at Klaus, frets and worries forgotten, and he carefully watches the other, scooting just a little bit closer so their knees all but bump. ]
--Holy shit.
[ It's beginner hedge witch level, sure, but Quentin is absolutely beaming now, worries as forgotten as the air for a brief moment. ]
You never were, I just--I guess I haven't been teaching you right, this--
[ He dissolves into laughter, reaching over to bear hug the other as tightly as he can. ]