That - [he’s fine, at first. a little tired, a little over it. then, suddenly, he’s really not. ]

I’m a lot of things, [he says, voice tight, cracking, hurt.] But whatever that was in some of those dreams, it was not me.

[deeply fucking ironic that Quentin got Jim as he really is, all of the time. ] Nothing I’d ever choose to be. You understand? Keep him out of trouble.