[ He wants to learn! He wants to learn, and he’s miserable over not learning, but the different between sets and runs and matches and trumps is too much to keep in his head right now and—and Felipe proposes a simple alternative. He likes simple.
[ Quentin’s eyebrows raise, knees pinch around Felipe’s and tug as he winds his fingers around the bottle at the table. Wine, sharp-tasting and strong, just enough to pour half a glass for Felipe and half for himself. He shoots his own. It isn’t fine stuff. The bottle, he sets between them officiously. ]
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[ Quentin’s eyebrows raise, knees pinch around Felipe’s and tug as he winds his fingers around the bottle at the table. Wine, sharp-tasting and strong, just enough to pour half a glass for Felipe and half for himself. He shoots his own. It isn’t fine stuff. The bottle, he sets between them officiously. ]
Teach me. I swear I’m listening.