[ His mind goes, abruptly, to driving with Jesse on a night like this: windshield wipers moving at top speed, still not enough to completely clear the rain; Jesse huffing and silent at the end of a fight, a brick wall to Quentin's quiet reason. In those days, before everything, Quentin fixed things with softness, sticking around, waiting out the anger. Since Freddy, and even more since he came here, he's learned he fixes nothing by letting things fester. Danny isn't going to tantrum his way out of this. ]
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[ His mind goes, abruptly, to driving with Jesse on a night like this: windshield wipers moving at top speed, still not enough to completely clear the rain; Jesse huffing and silent at the end of a fight, a brick wall to Quentin's quiet reason. In those days, before everything, Quentin fixed things with softness, sticking around, waiting out the anger. Since Freddy, and even more since he came here, he's learned he fixes nothing by letting things fester. Danny isn't going to tantrum his way out of this. ]
I'm coming
I have my knife