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Quentin Smith, 23

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[gunshooting]

Quentin!

[ is this the most normal conversation they have ever had ]

He's like a cave man, did you hear him? He's not going to be like the wind with anyone!

[pharmacy]

[ this is possibly the most normal conversation they've ever had, down to his unsated sigh and helpless admission: ]

Yeah. Yeah, he sounds like a caveman, which is why I'm not usually mad if he gets thumped. He deserves sometimes. But. He's. He cares about me.

I care about him. Maybe a lot.

[gunshooting]

Oh, Quentin.

[ Maybe if she keeps saying his name he'll stop saying these things. ]

Did you even ask him to be a protector? Does he even get that you don't need one?

[pharmacy]

Sometimes I do. I did in January. After Ghostface--Cesare would come stay nights with me. Just...reading. Talking to me. At the moot hall Thursday, we might need it.

[gunshooting]

I think we can do better than a cave man. I think you can do better than a cave man.

[ leaving ghostface untouched, for the moment, to ask: ]

Do you think it's going to go badly at the moot hall?

[pharmacy]

I hope not, but--I'm trying not to rely on just my hopes. I'm starting to feel like I might not have the best gauge on this stuff.

[gunshooting]

Meaning what?

[pharmacy]

Meaning--! Meaning maybe I'm not the best judge of character. Okay?

[gunshooting]

Is that you saying I'm right about Cesare, or about something else?

[pharmacy]

I'm saying that I want his support as much as I want yours. Okay? You don't have to be nice to him, but...but he's important to me.

[gunshooting]

Oh, Quentin.

You know you deserve so much better, right?

[pharmacy]

I've got you, don't I? Let's just--get through this moot hall, okay?