[Look, at this point they both have so much embarrassing dirt on each other that to even attempt blackmail would be mutually assured destruction. Not that that's ever stopped them before, but. You know. He barely even registers how wrecked she is aside from a vague sense of pride in his own accomplishments.
It's funny. In about 99% of cases, Sophie resting her hand and face on his chest would annoy or unsettle him. Hell, yesterday the idea would've made him want to crawl out of his own skin. In a few hours, it'll probably feel claustrophobic or too intimate or bring up bad memories blah blah blah. That's a problem for future Quentin. Apparently putting his arm around her is a step too far, though, because he just puts his hands behind his head.]
Oh. Yeah, I'm not really that into gaming.
[Said with utter nonchalance, like that reveal isn't a grand stupid anti-climax on top of the whole hot mess that is their shared existence.]
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It's funny. In about 99% of cases, Sophie resting her hand and face on his chest would annoy or unsettle him. Hell, yesterday the idea would've made him want to crawl out of his own skin. In a few hours, it'll probably feel claustrophobic or too intimate or bring up bad memories blah blah blah. That's a problem for future Quentin. Apparently putting his arm around her is a step too far, though, because he just puts his hands behind his head.]
Oh. Yeah, I'm not really that into gaming.
[Said with utter nonchalance, like that reveal isn't a grand stupid anti-climax on top of the whole hot mess that is their shared existence.]