[Ah, that's better. Well, not that sad stuff that started bubbling up when the fire in her calmed to more of a blaze rather than an inferno. But the fact that her thoughts are a little quieter, a little less chaotic, a little more real... that is definitely nice.
Wanting a place to belong, someone to give a shit for once? That's something Quentin can relate to all too well. But he can't promise to be around forever. Eventually he'll get sent back to his world. So is it worth it to be the one who gives a shit about her? He's not sure. It's basically the same as him trusting Jubilee to give him a home, he guesses, and he doesn't necessarily regret that, despite it not lasting. So... maybe it'll be okay?
"Yeah... Okay, yeah. I can do that."
He closes his eyes and takes a couple of seconds to breathe, collect himself, and enjoy a moment of peace with her forehead touching his. Alright. Opening his eyes to meet hers, he moves his hand from her chest, and after using a bit of telekinesis to unbuckle her belt and unzip her fly, he unceremoniously slides his hand down the front of her shorts. Now this is where his piggybacking trick comes in handy, because feeling what she feels makes it stupidly easy to find her most sensitive spots almost immediately. Sure, the angle of his arm isn't ideal, but he'll do something about that in a bit. He doesn't want to delay fulfilling her request any longer than he has to.
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Wanting a place to belong, someone to give a shit for once? That's something Quentin can relate to all too well. But he can't promise to be around forever. Eventually he'll get sent back to his world. So is it worth it to be the one who gives a shit about her? He's not sure. It's basically the same as him trusting Jubilee to give him a home, he guesses, and he doesn't necessarily regret that, despite it not lasting. So... maybe it'll be okay?
"Yeah... Okay, yeah. I can do that."
He closes his eyes and takes a couple of seconds to breathe, collect himself, and enjoy a moment of peace with her forehead touching his. Alright. Opening his eyes to meet hers, he moves his hand from her chest, and after using a bit of telekinesis to unbuckle her belt and unzip her fly, he unceremoniously slides his hand down the front of her shorts. Now this is where his piggybacking trick comes in handy, because feeling what she feels makes it stupidly easy to find her most sensitive spots almost immediately. Sure, the angle of his arm isn't ideal, but he'll do something about that in a bit. He doesn't want to delay fulfilling her request any longer than he has to.
"Like that?"]