/Like I said, intrusive telepathic bastard with trust issues./
[He shrugs. Quentin's not saying Nate's whole "I just needed to know" stunt was as bad as Xavier. But he's also not saying it isn't the kinda shit Chuck would pull.]
/All I'm saying is you either trust me or you don't. This "I wasn't sure," testing me bullshit? Deciding for me when you need to save me? That ain't trust, dude. That's control./
[Quentin sighs, shifts his weight, and shoves his hands in his pockets.]
/Looking out for one another, that's one thing. But guys like you and me? We can't get into trying to control one another. With our powers or without them. That's a no-win scenario./
[He takes one hand out of his pocket and holds it out. A handshake and not a pinky promise because he's not seven years old.]
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[He shrugs. Quentin's not saying Nate's whole "I just needed to know" stunt was as bad as Xavier. But he's also not saying it isn't the kinda shit Chuck would pull.]
/All I'm saying is you either trust me or you don't. This "I wasn't sure," testing me bullshit? Deciding for me when you need to save me? That ain't trust, dude. That's control./
[Quentin sighs, shifts his weight, and shoves his hands in his pockets.]
/Looking out for one another, that's one thing. But guys like you and me? We can't get into trying to control one another. With our powers or without them. That's a no-win scenario./
[He takes one hand out of his pocket and holds it out. A handshake and not a pinky promise because he's not seven years old.]
/We gucci?/