[He scowls in offended disbelief at that whole "used to it" line. Low blow, Nate.]
And yeah, I was scared. Obviously, I was. I'm still fucking scared, every goddamn time I think about any of that shit. But I didn't think it was the best idea to go trauma-dump on a powerful psychic who can't handle his own fucked-up emotions, much less someone else's.
[One low blow deserves another, and Quentin tilts his chin up defiantly, daring Nate to tell him he's wrong.]
That said, I'm a reasonable guy. If you really want me to show you, I will. But it sure as hell won't help those nightmares of yours.
[Great, he's shutting down again. Like a petulant kid.
And that's the thing, isn't it? Nate is a stupid kid, bubbling over with too many big emotions and trust issues and not enough common fucking sense. Just like Quentin was at his age.]
It's about Sophie and me, isn't it? She said you didn't think I trusted you.
[Quentin glances down to absently inspect his fingernails.]
First of all, I don't really trust, well. Anyone, so it's not a you thing. And in case you're wondering, yes, that includes Sophie. Second, you're a fucking kid. You're still figuring out how to get your shit together, so no, I'm not gonna tell you shit that isn't your business or you're not ready for. That's life, pal. And three—
[He sits up, holding up three fingers.]
I don't have precognition, but what I do have is experience. I've died, I've seen my potential expiration date, I've been used and fucked over by more people than I care to count, and I know what it's like to have more power than you know what to do with. Now are you gonna listen to the guy who knows what it's like to be you better than any of the other chucklefucks here, or am I leaving you to your moping?
( The irony here is not lost on him. Quentin got pissy at the thought of him not trusting the other telepath with the shared connection. But the moment he gets confused or annoyed about not being trusted by Quentin, it's tough shit, deal with it.
This is why he keeps it solo.
But also, the fact that no one can seem to keep their mouths or minds shut about certain things is annoying and he's regretting taking Julian up on that offer to have a room next to him here. Keeping that to himself, of course. Because his mind goes blank then. Nothing to hide. Just a blank sheet of paper with not a single word scribbled on it. Not a single emotion to be felt.
Smile on his lips, he shrugs. )
Big words from a guy who whined to Julian about me and Sophie one time like some jealous guy.
( Again, the irony here. )
But if I'm just a fucking kid, I think you already know the answer then.
( Turning, he gives a wave over his shoulder. )
Good luck.
( With what? He doesn't say. He just disappears from the astral plane they got going on here and if Quentin tries to feel him out? He won't find him. As if he's completely disappeared from Etraya. He hasn't, it's just mind cloaking of the heavy hitter caliber. #telepaththings. )
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[He scowls in offended disbelief at that whole "used to it" line. Low blow, Nate.]
And yeah, I was scared. Obviously, I was. I'm still fucking scared, every goddamn time I think about any of that shit. But I didn't think it was the best idea to go trauma-dump on a powerful psychic who can't handle his own fucked-up emotions, much less someone else's.
[One low blow deserves another, and Quentin tilts his chin up defiantly, daring Nate to tell him he's wrong.]
That said, I'm a reasonable guy. If you really want me to show you, I will. But it sure as hell won't help those nightmares of yours.
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Forget it. Everyone keeps everything to themselves — or keeps it from others. That's just how it is.
( He's just stuck feeling it all unless he shuts himself off. But hey, the life of a telepath, amirite? )
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You got something to say to me, Nate? 'Cause it sure as fuck sounds like this isn't about some nightmares anymore.
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( To which he shrugs. )
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And that's the thing, isn't it? Nate is a stupid kid, bubbling over with too many big emotions and trust issues and not enough common fucking sense. Just like Quentin was at his age.]
It's about Sophie and me, isn't it? She said you didn't think I trusted you.
[Quentin glances down to absently inspect his fingernails.]
First of all, I don't really trust, well. Anyone, so it's not a you thing. And in case you're wondering, yes, that includes Sophie. Second, you're a fucking kid. You're still figuring out how to get your shit together, so no, I'm not gonna tell you shit that isn't your business or you're not ready for. That's life, pal. And three—
[He sits up, holding up three fingers.]
I don't have precognition, but what I do have is experience. I've died, I've seen my potential expiration date, I've been used and fucked over by more people than I care to count, and I know what it's like to have more power than you know what to do with. Now are you gonna listen to the guy who knows what it's like to be you better than any of the other chucklefucks here, or am I leaving you to your moping?
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This is why he keeps it solo.
But also, the fact that no one can seem to keep their mouths or minds shut about certain things is annoying and he's regretting taking Julian up on that offer to have a room next to him here. Keeping that to himself, of course. Because his mind goes blank then. Nothing to hide. Just a blank sheet of paper with not a single word scribbled on it. Not a single emotion to be felt.
Smile on his lips, he shrugs. )
Big words from a guy who whined to Julian about me and Sophie one time like some jealous guy.
( Again, the irony here. )
But if I'm just a fucking kid, I think you already know the answer then.
( Turning, he gives a wave over his shoulder. )
Good luck.
( With what? He doesn't say. He just disappears from the astral plane they got going on here and if Quentin tries to feel him out? He won't find him. As if he's completely disappeared from Etraya. He hasn't, it's just mind cloaking of the heavy hitter caliber. #telepaththings. )