[ 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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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.]