[Quentin doesn't typically hang out in other people's heads, preferring to rely occasionally on "vibe checks" if needed. Most of that is due to a long history of getting his ass kicked by people who didn't want him snooping around upstairs, but these days he just doesn't see the point of it as much as he used to. He's got enough shit in his head without everyone else's, thanks. All that to say, a full connection between his and Sophie's minds is largely unnecessary, at least on his end. Having Sophie camping out in his brain gets, well. A little claustrophobic, if he's being honest. But for now she's not being as clingy, so that's nice.]
Got it. One cortisol shot to the brain, coming up.
[He puts his fingers to his temple—an entirely unnecessary visual indicator for a process she's fully capable of feeling for herself but nonetheless is habit for him by this point—and gently nudges her cortisol levels higher. Not enough to give her a jolt or feel unnatural, just speedrunning her usual experience of getting to an alert state.]
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Got it. One cortisol shot to the brain, coming up.
[He puts his fingers to his temple—an entirely unnecessary visual indicator for a process she's fully capable of feeling for herself but nonetheless is habit for him by this point—and gently nudges her cortisol levels higher. Not enough to give her a jolt or feel unnatural, just speedrunning her usual experience of getting to an alert state.]