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Quentin Smith, 23

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[energeia]

You're right, Quentin. I'll do that.

Do you need anything?

[pharmacy]

What's your Xanax supply looking like?

[energeia]

[ Oh, Quentin. ]

Lacking, I'm afraid.

[pharmacy]

Then just don't stir up anymore shit. That should help.

[energeia]

[ Her silence is agreement. ]

Would you still be willing to take me with you sometime? To the woods?

[pharmacy]

[ A pause, a deep breath in. A promise he made before things went off the rails last month, interrupted by the fact that he's desperately trying to find Murphy in his sleep. Still, he made a promise--and what's more, he wants to keep it. ]

--yeah. I need a couple days to sort something out, but. Next week? You and me?

[energeia]

That sounds perfect.

Thank you.