[Joan hasn't been avoiding Quentin, exactly, she just hasn't been seeking him out. She stopped running errands for him gradually enough that, she hopes, he didn't notice. And they don't run in the same circles, and she's easy to forget, so it's probably fine. It's probably fine, but she needs to know.]
[ In the upheaval, he hasn't worried about checking on her--Joan's presence is like a bull. He figures she'll learn her lesson and be fine. Her hesitance in his head is discomforting. ]
I'm safe. I mean, I figure. Strange's treehouse is like...impenetrable, and I'm pretty used to being stalked, so I've got my--y'know. Sixth sense thing. What about you?
It's not just another culture, it's another reality. I mean, murder exists, and they hate it as much as we do. This is something else, you have to make room for it.
It's not bullshit, it's-- [ The accusation riles him right up, but he tries to bite down on it quick. It took him a while to get where he is. (And is where he is good? He shoves the concern down.) She needs time. ] Just--you be safe too. And if you need help--?
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Are you... safe?
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I'm safe. I mean, I figure. Strange's treehouse is like...impenetrable, and I'm pretty used to being stalked, so I've got my--y'know. Sixth sense thing. What about you?
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You're with Strange? Oh, good, okay. He's safe. [Probably? She gets safe vibes from him.] Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
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Look, I'm glad you're staying safe. That's all I wanted to say.
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When this is over... I don't know anything about you. We should talk... more.
a little 🎀 they can get back together in June >:(