[ Felipe waits for Quentin to swallow down the drink, carefully like he wanted to make sure he doesn't choke on it, before he gets up from his seat and joins Quentin on the other side of the booth. it's still too soon to touch him, so he places his hand on the bench between them, close but not quite in Quentin's space. ]
Do you want to tell me about that? [ the story took an unexpected turn and his expression softens, the guilt of being mean to him earlier making him cautious of the way he addresses him now. and he's curious. ]
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Do you want to tell me about that? [ the story took an unexpected turn and his expression softens, the guilt of being mean to him earlier making him cautious of the way he addresses him now. and he's curious. ]