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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

did vasyl tell him too? 

[rehandle]

I don't tend to check his sources.

[pharmacy]

I don't want people talking about me
like that

okay?

[rehandle]

Of course. Not a word.

[pharmacy]

thank you 
is he upset? 

[rehandle]

[ No, everything's perfectly normal, the men they herded into a dusty attic are doing great, and Takeshi's fine. ]

That's not your job to worry about. I have him, he's alright

If you need anything, you can call either one of us. He won't bring it up unless you want to talk about it, and he will be there for you. So will I.

[pharmacy]

[ His heart fills up fast. Too fast for comfort, it leaves him feeling stretched and strained. If, these days, he wasn't so hungry for the attention, Stephen would get a sharp nip as his elbow in retaliation. But Quentin needs it, so he just sits with the quiet for a while. ] 

I appreciate it 
I'm gonna make it worth it for you both 

[rehandle]

It's already worth it

[ Quentin doesn't need to do anything for that to be true. ]

Speak soon.