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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

[ It's not an unreasonable ask. Quentin has his own people that he'd like to know are taken care of. Jin Guangyao is so reserved, it's a logical assumption that he doesn't have many people looking out for him. Quentin weighs these knowledges as he tries to answer tactfully. Reminds himself that Iggy's always running his mouth, but he's rarely being malicious.

[ He only has one other touchpoint that feels dependable when it comes to Iggy: what would Kovacs do? He would spell it out, just like he has to do with Quentin. So spell it out. ]

its not weird for you to want that
it feels weird for you to ask about it now

you know i was the one that found jin guangyao when he arrived here
i helped him his first job
he showed up to help me after danny
I was organizing search parties when he got thrown in that well

I know you were overwhelmed then and Grady was out of his head, I know those things, but i dont need you to
i don't need
it feels insulting for you to tell me to look out for him

[dead_tongue]

[The distress that Iggy radiates is pure.]

oh my god Quentin I'm so sorry. I want trying to insult you at all!

I didn't know any of that! I only just found out you were fucking, I didn't know you were close before everything went to shit.

oh my gosh, I'm such a moron, I'm so sorry. I'm just really scared and I don't want anyone I care about to be left alone.

[pharmacy]

it's okay, it's whatever 
we weren't even talking about it with anybody, it's not for other people [ An unkind, possessive part of him murmurs: it's not our anything. He can clock that as childish, though. Everything is ours here. ] I'm just telling you that I've been doing this 

I'm gonna keep doing this

[dead_tongue]

it's not whatever. it's important. I insulted you and I insulted your love and that's a horrible thing for me to have done even accidentally.

I'm sorry. I really didn't know it was a secret.

of course you are. thank you.





so this isn't the time to invite you swimming if we don't die I guess.

[pharmacy]

[ Love is a lot. Such mortification over accidental insult is a lot, especially considering the number of times Iggy's flippant jokes about or casual flirtations with Danny have crawled under Quentin's skin and stayed there for days. But that is for another time, if it's even for saying at all. As with all things Danny, it's sore for even Quentin to touch--and with as wounded as Iggy seems over this, Quentin can't imagine how he'd react to that.

[ He's doing emotional math in head, feeling dour--but the last bit tacked on the end makes him laugh in real space. He has to apologize to Merta. ] 

Iggy, if you don't die, consider beach day something I OWE you 
Or riverbed day idk what we call it here 

Just find the heart and get back

[dead_tongue]

[It's easy to forget that Iggy - outgoing and friendly and always eager to please - is in fact terribly socially awkward. He has no metric by which to judge love and friendship, no real understanding of what isn't appropriate to say until he's trotted blithely across some line. He likes and respects Quentin and he hates that he seems to keep hurting him.

Mentally, he vows to do better. He can be better.]

it'll be fun!

we will. we've got a whole group of spooky people, one of us is bound to find something.

thank you, Quentin. you're the best.