[he instantly looks toward their knees after quentin shimmies within reach, tipping his head with contemplation before lifting his gaze right back up at the expletive and the comment that's subsequent to it.]
What? No, you were totally teaching me right, Q. It's because— [at first, he's cut off because of how radiantly quentin's smiling, his own lips curving at the edges as well, but the moment his friend moves to embrace him, his brain momentarily blank screens.]
I, ah... hah. [then he's laughing as well, cinching his arms around quentin's middle and tugging him in until their legs are even closer, his face dropping into the curve of the other male's neck.
he can't help himself-- q's so thrilled about it and he's a solid, warm reassurance in his hold that makes him feel like he can do anything. his arms gently squeeze, one hand reaching to touch quentin's cheek on the opposite side of where he's leaning, the pad of his thumb ghosting across his chin.]
I'm like, ninety-nine point nine percent positive it's because I've been high. So, it wasn't you, okay? I just. Need you to know that has nothing to do with you.
[despite the medications he'd been slipping him anyway, but klaus refuses to let him feel bad about something he should've controlled, not quentin.]
[ Quentin's still breathless, still in awe, but mostly he's just proud. There's a moment where all Quentin can do is smile, still taken aback, and manages to form a coherent sentence. ]
That means you can do so--so much more, you--God, you probably would have gotten into the same University as I got into... Maybe it exists here.
[klaus doesn't seem to mind staying exactly the way they are, grinning a little wider as he feels quentin's mouth curving beneath his thumb-- until his friend mentioning a university has him drawing back.]
Wait, are you talking about some magical Hogwarts kinda shit? Oh, my God— [okay, so, it's not the best comparison, but.]
[ It does sound weird, but Quentin's sort of used to it. ] How do you think I learned magic? I thought my coin tricks was just normal slight of hand, but it turned out I was actually making things disappear. Didn't figure that out until a few years ago, and now....
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm gonna get you to Brakebills, Klaus. If it exists here.
Hmmm. So, a magical school where you can party? Even better.
I don't know! I figured you were born with it and had someone help you out along the way. Never thought about those kinda details. [beat] Until now, obviously! Now I'm wanting to know everything.
[he clasps both of quentin's shoulders, gives him the gentlest shake, nudges their foreheads together again then withdraws and props an elbow up in his hand, cheek settling on the opposite fist.] If it does, let's worry about getting you there first, alright? Then we'll get my ass enrolled afterward.
[ Quentin can't help but nod along to the other-it makes sense he'd think that. From what little Quentin actually knows about the world here and Klaus in general, he doesn't seem to be the type that has had a stable, structured home life where his powers could flourish.
Or maybe Quentin is just wrong. Still, their foreheads touch and it's beautiful, and then Klaus is invading his personal space and Quentin doesn't mind a single bit. ]
[ha...haha... reginald hargreeves providing a stable home life for his adoptive children? that'd be one of the best jokes he's ever heard! if it could, you know, actually be some kind of joke that wouldn't be sick and twisted in its own way.
good thing klaus'd already clenched his hands back when he did or else his confused response might've seemed harsher than he means.] What for? Urk.
I mean— [he winces, displeased with his ability to somehow make everything awkward,] —you're welcome, yeah, but I'm not sure why you're thanking me?
[which isn't any less clumsy, but he tried, and trying is what matters.]
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What? No, you were totally teaching me right, Q. It's because— [at first, he's cut off because of how radiantly quentin's smiling, his own lips curving at the edges as well, but the moment his friend moves to embrace him, his brain momentarily blank screens.]
I, ah... hah. [then he's laughing as well, cinching his arms around quentin's middle and tugging him in until their legs are even closer, his face dropping into the curve of the other male's neck.
he can't help himself-- q's so thrilled about it and he's a solid, warm reassurance in his hold that makes him feel like he can do anything. his arms gently squeeze, one hand reaching to touch quentin's cheek on the opposite side of where he's leaning, the pad of his thumb ghosting across his chin.]
I'm like, ninety-nine point nine percent positive it's because I've been high. So, it wasn't you, okay? I just. Need you to know that has nothing to do with you.
[despite the medications he'd been slipping him anyway, but klaus refuses to let him feel bad about something he should've controlled, not quentin.]
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That means you can do so--so much more, you--God, you probably would have gotten into the same University as I got into... Maybe it exists here.
Maybe we just have to look.
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Wait, are you talking about some magical Hogwarts kinda shit? Oh, my God— [okay, so, it's not the best comparison, but.]
...what's it called?
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[ It does sound weird, but Quentin's sort of used to it. ] How do you think I learned magic? I thought my coin tricks was just normal slight of hand, but it turned out I was actually making things disappear. Didn't figure that out until a few years ago, and now....
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm gonna get you to Brakebills, Klaus. If it exists here.
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I don't know! I figured you were born with it and had someone help you out along the way. Never thought about those kinda details. [beat] Until now, obviously! Now I'm wanting to know everything.
[he clasps both of quentin's shoulders, gives him the gentlest shake, nudges their foreheads together again then withdraws and props an elbow up in his hand, cheek settling on the opposite fist.] If it does, let's worry about getting you there first, alright? Then we'll get my ass enrolled afterward.
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Or maybe Quentin is just wrong. Still, their foreheads touch and it's beautiful, and then Klaus is invading his personal space and Quentin doesn't mind a single bit. ]
Hey, Klaus?
Thanks.
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good thing klaus'd already clenched his hands back when he did or else his confused response might've seemed harsher than he means.] What for? Urk.
I mean— [he winces, displeased with his ability to somehow make everything awkward,] —you're welcome, yeah, but I'm not sure why you're thanking me?
[which isn't any less clumsy, but he tried, and trying is what matters.]