[ Quentin's smile is small, not quite confused but still a little dazed. It's pretty much his default state around Eliot, whether or not the intelligent quips are there. Still, he feels the world grow a little quieter, a little softer. It's nice. Even if he's still not sure about the compliment thing. He's getting better at it, though. ]
There's plenty of people like me.
[ It's not self-depreciating, at least in his book--there's a million nerds like him, just as obsessed with Fillory. ]
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There's plenty of people like me.
[ It's not self-depreciating, at least in his book--there's a million nerds like him, just as obsessed with Fillory. ]