Quentin rubs his forehead wearily and moves to the armchair, irritably tossing away the DVD she left there so he can dump his sorry ass into it.]
Nothing. I guess. I don't know.
[He... knows he's hurt her. He got her killed, so of course she'd be a little salty about that. He remembers, even though the haze of reforming himself from the astral plane, the guilt he felt when he realized she'd paid the price for his stupid riot. And yeah, maybe "I'll bring you back to life if you date me" is.... cringe, to say the least, but come on! He was an idiot kid, he was grieving, had the world's worst brain fog, and oh yeah, the goddamn Phoenix was demanding he prove his love was strong enough to be worthy of her power. Spoilers: it wasn't. And Phoebe? Phoebe was never a replacement for Sophie. She was just the one who said hi. The one who made him feel good. A little less lonely. And yes, he does recognize the irony of all of that at this moment, thanks very much. He's very aware how fucking pathetic he is. Hypocrisy, thy name is Quentin Quire. That's nothing new.
And that's the other thing, isn't it? She thinks he's hiding the best of himself somewhere deep down and that there's some secret, extra-charming, perfect Quentin Quire buried under all the cynicism and irony and compulsive urges to systematically ruin everything good in his life. As if he would be keeping that fucker under lock and key if he had the option of parading him around. It'd sure as hell make it easier to do this whole "trying to be better" bullshit he's attempting. But unfortunately for everyone, including and especially Quentin himself, this miserable asshole is all there is.
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A lot. But simultaneously? Nothing at all.
Quentin rubs his forehead wearily and moves to the armchair, irritably tossing away the DVD she left there so he can dump his sorry ass into it.]
Nothing. I guess. I don't know.
[He... knows he's hurt her. He got her killed, so of course she'd be a little salty about that. He remembers, even though the haze of reforming himself from the astral plane, the guilt he felt when he realized she'd paid the price for his stupid riot. And yeah, maybe "I'll bring you back to life if you date me" is.... cringe, to say the least, but come on! He was an idiot kid, he was grieving, had the world's worst brain fog, and oh yeah, the goddamn Phoenix was demanding he prove his love was strong enough to be worthy of her power. Spoilers: it wasn't. And Phoebe? Phoebe was never a replacement for Sophie. She was just the one who said hi. The one who made him feel good. A little less lonely. And yes, he does recognize the irony of all of that at this moment, thanks very much. He's very aware how fucking pathetic he is. Hypocrisy, thy name is Quentin Quire. That's nothing new.
And that's the other thing, isn't it? She thinks he's hiding the best of himself somewhere deep down and that there's some secret, extra-charming, perfect Quentin Quire buried under all the cynicism and irony and compulsive urges to systematically ruin everything good in his life. As if he would be keeping that fucker under lock and key if he had the option of parading him around. It'd sure as hell make it easier to do this whole "trying to be better" bullshit he's attempting. But unfortunately for everyone, including and especially Quentin himself, this miserable asshole is all there is.
... Phoebe never understood that, either.]
You're in my head. You tell me.