["There they go," indeed. Quentin looks over at her sharply, because he wasn't actually intending to sound like an edgelord there (for once), but... it's not like he can say it's an unreasonable assumption to make. He knows how his voice sounds. Whatever. He makes an airy dismissive gesture with his fork.]
/You asked for my take. My take is, for an Omega, "scared of" and "worried about" are the same thing./
[He pokes at his eggs some more, occasionally waving around his fork to illustrate his point, and his tone is purposefully cavalier, matter-of-fact. Maybe Sophie hasn't had any need to consider this shit, but Quentin sure as hell has.]
/I mean it makes sense. If somebody can obliterate a crucial part of your existence because they're having a really crap day, you wanna make sure they don't have too many crap days, right? It's just kinda part of the Omega package./ [He sighs extra dramatically.] /It's the cost of greatness, I suppose./
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/You asked for my take. My take is, for an Omega, "scared of" and "worried about" are the same thing./
[He pokes at his eggs some more, occasionally waving around his fork to illustrate his point, and his tone is purposefully cavalier, matter-of-fact. Maybe Sophie hasn't had any need to consider this shit, but Quentin sure as hell has.]
/I mean it makes sense. If somebody can obliterate a crucial part of your existence because they're having a really crap day, you wanna make sure they don't have too many crap days, right? It's just kinda part of the Omega package./ [He sighs extra dramatically.] /It's the cost of greatness, I suppose./