It was rough. I wasn't ready. He held me down till I-- [ choked ] It wasn't fun, but it wasn't rape. I've had worse. [ There's a threatening knowingness in the tone. If that was rape, what was it out in the woods? He wasn't ready then either. He lets it linger for a few seconds before adding bitterly: ] But I'm not begging for his dick either. He's just a fucking narcissist and we live in the same damn building. I'm not--following him around.
( you're such a fucking liar. you're such a whore fucking liar. you're such a whore. fucking whore. their connection goes dead cold for a minute, expertly cut off before all of danny's boiling rage can bubble through, turn everything as murky and black as his insides. )
cw: belated cw for dysfunctional/abusive dynamics going on here
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Did he rape you?
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Why would you believe a word he says?
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cw: belated cw for dysfunctional/abusive dynamics going on here
you're right, quen. i guess i ain't any better than him.
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( and he's done. quentin can respond as he likes, but danny's end of the connection is nothing but mental static. see you at dinner. )