[ normally this is the point at which he would detach from the conversation completely... but here he is feeling all gross and emotional. 0/10, would never recommend/ ]
Yeah. No. I mean, both? Maybe. I dunno. I've got a lot of shit to put up with. I'm not trying to... I dunno, boo-hoo-woe-is-me or whatever the fuck, I just don't think anything serious is ever gonna work for me, right? There's layers. Like... a cake.
[ Pretty gross. It would be unbearable if they weren't separated by phone. Good thing they don't have to look at each other, or it would be way too much for Quentin to mutter: ]
And I mean. You're young, dude. There's loads of time. There's...all the possibilities in the world for you.
[ If he doesn't die or kill himself. Even across the phone, that's a little too much, so Quentin sucks in a breath and pivots before Alex can complain about it too much. ]
Look, you're only there for a night. You want something else to think about?
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Yeah. No. I mean, both? Maybe. I dunno. I've got a lot of shit to put up with. I'm not trying to... I dunno, boo-hoo-woe-is-me or whatever the fuck, I just don't think anything serious is ever gonna work for me, right? There's layers. Like... a cake.
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[ Pretty gross. It would be unbearable if they weren't separated by phone. Good thing they don't have to look at each other, or it would be way too much for Quentin to mutter: ]
And I mean. You're young, dude. There's loads of time. There's...all the possibilities in the world for you.
[ If he doesn't die or kill himself. Even across the phone, that's a little too much, so Quentin sucks in a breath and pivots before Alex can complain about it too much. ]
Look, you're only there for a night. You want something else to think about?