[ the seemingly innocent question has the effect that some part of him knew it would have and -- Felipe's already there, drawing him close, strong arms wrapped around him so tightly that Quentin will have to struggle if he wants to be free of his touch. he hushes him so quietly that no one else can hear, turns so that his body shields them from any curious eyes and Quentin's moment can remain private. secret to anyone but him. he devours every tremble, every sound, memorizes them for later. ]
Hey, hey. I'm here.
[ whatever remained of the intensity from before is gone now, but it stirs something ugly deep inside him to know that Quentin got what was coming for him for asking too many questions. he tightens his hold of the boy. ]
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Hey, hey. I'm here.
[ whatever remained of the intensity from before is gone now, but it stirs something ugly deep inside him to know that Quentin got what was coming for him for asking too many questions. he tightens his hold of the boy. ]