[ It's a lack of sleep. It has to be, because Quentin's been perfectly fine until Eliot prods-without-knowing-he's-prodding, which is what he's good at, and it's not like Quentin ever realized this was something he had in the back of his mind until now. ]
You know? Like--if we don't believe that it can, if we can't fix this place, if we can't stop things from becoming a monumental fuckup--then--
[ He scrunches his face, groaning at himself before pressing at his eyes with his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose. ]
Sorry. It's... [ An exhale. ] Sorry. I've kind of been up for more than 24 hours.
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[ It's a lack of sleep. It has to be, because Quentin's been perfectly fine until Eliot prods-without-knowing-he's-prodding, which is what he's good at, and it's not like Quentin ever realized this was something he had in the back of his mind until now. ]
You know? Like--if we don't believe that it can, if we can't fix this place, if we can't stop things from becoming a monumental fuckup--then--
[ He scrunches his face, groaning at himself before pressing at his eyes with his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose. ]
Sorry. It's... [ An exhale. ] Sorry. I've kind of been up for more than 24 hours.