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Quentin Smith, 23

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Voice (backdated post-resurrection)

[minuteofangle]

For what it's worth, I dug him up.

[pharmacy]

You did good. As much good as you could do. [ He's wondered since he last talked to Gabe if he was right to make that recommendation. Was he scratching his own need to keep things moving over protecting someone in distress? Hearing how things went down after, he's wondered. But, like Adam would say after a rough trial: the right thing isn't always the easy thing. ] They might not have found him. He wouldn't be back now if they didn't. 

[minuteofangle]

Mhmm.

[ Maybe, maybe not. Gabe shifts over whether he thinks it was the right move or not. Probably not the smart one, though.

Then again, when has he ever made the smart move? ]

It’s over now. Mostly.

[pharmacy]

[ Mostly. The wince in his voice is apparent: ] So...how's your cooking, anyway?

[minuteofangle]

[ There’s a pulse of bitter amusement over the connection. ]

Shitty. Even before I lost my eyes.

[pharmacy]

Is Mavis any better?

[minuteofangle]

Don’t know and don’t care. I’d ditch her but she won’t fuck off.

[pharmacy]

She's not known for being easily swayed to do anything. How long are they having you do this?

[minuteofangle]

Yeah, I'm getting that impression.

A month. Super fun for everyone. Definitely going to solve all our problems.

[pharmacy]

Hey, on the bright side, you might learn how to cook something.

[ The joke feels a little too familiar, given the situation. After a beat, cautiously: ]

...Now that it's all kind of...passed or passing. Can I ask you about what happened?

[minuteofangle]

Yeah, yeah. Your optimism is cute.

[ There's a long pause. Then: ]

Which part?

[pharmacy]

I guess just...how? Not--how did you do it, I don't care about the methods, just--why, I guess. You said he woke you up, so...just...you really shouldn't be seen before coffee?

[minuteofangle]

[ He's quiet again. ]

I'm not trying to excuse it. I did what I did.

[ It happened. It was his fault. He blames Mavis for certain things, but killing him isn't one. That's just a natural response. ]

I was drunk and I was up a tree, having a bad dream. I thought he was someone else.

[pharmacy]

You were pretty much just drunk for a while there, huh. You feeling any better? 

[minuteofangle]

Not really. Since we’re doing the honesty thing.

[pharmacy]

So, what are you doing to make sure you don't wake up on the wrong side of the tree again?

[minuteofangle]

Staying away from other people.

[pharmacy]

Flawless. Genius. What could go wrong.

[minuteofangle]

I’m good in the woods. It’s simpler there.

[pharmacy]

How are you gonna vent your zadza?

[minuteofangle]

I do this thing where I wander back every once in a while and fuck some rando in a storage closet.

[pharmacy]

And if something happens to you?

[minuteofangle]

Then that'd be my own damn fault, wouldn't it?

[pharmacy]

[ The frustration is plain, but so is the defeat. ]

Guess so. But if I hear about it, you're gonna hear from me.

And I'm...annoying.

[minuteofangle]

Mhmm. I'll keep that in mind.