"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
[ He can't stop his eyes from rolling. The petulant expression knocks more tears loose, undercutting what little cool he has. It's not like that, Junpei says, and surely he believes it. He doesn't know any better. Quentin raises a hand between them, nodding. Shaking his head. Nodding. ]
That's--okay. That's all I can--ask. [ All he can ask that Junpei hasn't already said he won't do. All he can bring himself to say without his throat tightening traitorously against him. He scrapes his eyes and swallows hard. ] Okay. I'll see you, Junpei.
[ But Junpei can certainly gather, by the way Quentin ducks out the door and beelines out, that they won't be seeing each other any time soon. ]
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That's--okay. That's all I can--ask. [ All he can ask that Junpei hasn't already said he won't do. All he can bring himself to say without his throat tightening traitorously against him. He scrapes his eyes and swallows hard. ] Okay. I'll see you, Junpei.
[ But Junpei can certainly gather, by the way Quentin ducks out the door and beelines out, that they won't be seeing each other any time soon. ]