[ All of them, except Nancy. But they committed her, and for all Quentin knows, she's dead too--or she's forgotten him. He couldn't say which feels worse, or whether the sore, untouched memory of them hurts more or less than the fresher, raw knowledge that Dwight and Danny are gone for god knows how long.
[ All he could say is that under the wine warmth, it hurts. Felipe's commitment to the game has left him especially sensitive, and when the man bows in for a good look at him, Quentin wants to look back. But the second their eyes catch, he hiccups, lungs clench, and Quentin drags both hands to his face just a second before sobbing. ]
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[ All he could say is that under the wine warmth, it hurts. Felipe's commitment to the game has left him especially sensitive, and when the man bows in for a good look at him, Quentin wants to look back. But the second their eyes catch, he hiccups, lungs clench, and Quentin drags both hands to his face just a second before sobbing. ]