[ He does want all those things. Wants them fiercely enough that the inference that they are impossible stirs up an anger that has the edges of his vision rimmed in white. This was supposed to be his friend. This was supposed to be a safe place for him to turn to. (The mess he had with Danny was supposed to be something special, how can he just do it again with--)
[ Maybe it's not only anger clouding his head. Quentin's cheeks puff up with a sharp breath out. It shakes tears loose along with it. Starve a fever: don't feed the fire that Danny is stoking in Junpei. It's okay. It's okay. His voice is tight, but that's okay. ]
How about--you won't let him hurt you. Your heart.
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[ Maybe it's not only anger clouding his head. Quentin's cheeks puff up with a sharp breath out. It shakes tears loose along with it. Starve a fever: don't feed the fire that Danny is stoking in Junpei. It's okay. It's okay. His voice is tight, but that's okay. ]
How about--you won't let him hurt you. Your heart.
And you won't talk about me with him.