[His brain does consider the pants, and he reluctantly pulls them back up with shaky hands. Fuck, every cell in his body is burning and overly sensitive, and he's still working on bringing his systems back to normalcy.
Quentin registers her return quip almost in slow motion, but he wheezes a soft laugh in response.]
You still can't keep them.
[He's still rebooting, which means they're in that window where affection is allowable, where it doesn't ruin everything and eat him from the inside like a cancer. So Quentin wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against his chest, leaning back in his chair with a yawn. She'll get up soon, probably, but while they're both fuzzy and squishy from dopamine and oxytocin he's going to hold her close. Also? Means he doesn't have to think about whatever the fuck worm crawled into his brain for the past few minutes. Not yet, at least. And that's plenty good enough for now.]
Guess I'm gonna have to come up with a pretty sick game to follow that. Kinda screwed myself with that one, didn't I?
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Quentin registers her return quip almost in slow motion, but he wheezes a soft laugh in response.]
You still can't keep them.
[He's still rebooting, which means they're in that window where affection is allowable, where it doesn't ruin everything and eat him from the inside like a cancer. So Quentin wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against his chest, leaning back in his chair with a yawn. She'll get up soon, probably, but while they're both fuzzy and squishy from dopamine and oxytocin he's going to hold her close. Also? Means he doesn't have to think about whatever the fuck worm crawled into his brain for the past few minutes. Not yet, at least. And that's plenty good enough for now.]
Guess I'm gonna have to come up with a pretty sick game to follow that. Kinda screwed myself with that one, didn't I?