Well, if anyone will, it’ll probably be her, but I don’t plan on holding my breath. [ He remarks before taking a hefty drink of his goblet which has an extra splash of gin in it. ]

Not everything can be fixed.

[ It’s a reminder, in case Quentin’s forgotten, but he settles into his seat too, slouching toward his dear friend and letting the aches of the day seep away into the bottom of his cup. ]

It wouldn’t fix the other things that are broken anyway. [ Which is to say, yes, he had been conscious when Quentin and his Bambi had been gossipping about him, and yes, he’s not so stupid that he really let himself believe that he wanted to try this purely for the sake of being a good person. ]