( Cut him some slack, Quentin. This is the first time he’s really choosing to play nice with another telepath so closely connected to him. The fact he even goes along with it says something, but. He figures if Quentin does cross a line or lie to him, he’ll break it off without so much as a second thought. He can’t deal with more people lying to him he thought he could trust and care for. )
Oh, and here I thought I was being considerate.
( Sarcasm, yes. It’s said with a roll of his eyes in regards to his not wanting to drag the other down with him if things go bad, but. In the end, he takes the other’s hand in his own and eyes him with a tilt of his head. )
[Quentin eyes Nate skeptically. Sure, the guy's acting like he's in full agreement with what Quentin is saying, but... well, call it a hunch, but he's not so sure the message is sinking in. And it's not like he doesn't get why. There's a certain stubborn idiocy that comes with having the type of power at the magnitude that he and Nate share. The urge to control people before they control you. The moral superiority of having the ability to scramble people's brains but choosing to just manipulate them with your own behavior, like that makes it better. Quentin had quite a few slices of humble pie shoved unceremoniously into his gob over the past few years, but Nate? Nate seems like the type of guy who's used to throwing his weight around. Because nobody's been around who could stop him. So far.]
/Good. And seriously? Never be considerate to me. Fake-ass bullshit./
[In case Nate was wondering about Quentin's whole... everything. He lets go of Nate's hand and crosses his arms.]
/Oh, and you are seriously linked directly to my brainstem. So I'd really appreciate you not, you know. Frying me in some way./
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Oh, and here I thought I was being considerate.
( Sarcasm, yes. It’s said with a roll of his eyes in regards to his not wanting to drag the other down with him if things go bad, but. In the end, he takes the other’s hand in his own and eyes him with a tilt of his head. )
I don’t know what gucci is, but we’re good.
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/Good. And seriously? Never be considerate to me. Fake-ass bullshit./
[In case Nate was wondering about Quentin's whole... everything. He lets go of Nate's hand and crosses his arms.]
/Oh, and you are seriously linked directly to my brainstem. So I'd really appreciate you not, you know. Frying me in some way./
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( He's kidding, but. He gets it, buddy. He'll keep it in mind and do his best to not let that happen. )
But fine. Neither of us will do something to endanger the other intentionally. If it happens by accident, well. I'm sure we can handle it.
( Omegas and all. )