[ Coffee is a formality as far as Quentin's brain chemistry goes; he's beyond caffeine most days. But the idea of a hot mug and walking rounds around Peter's floor until his nerves cool off already soothes him a little. His hand winds insistently together with Peter's. They don't have to talk. Not yet, but they can't go much longer without it.
[ Nightmare man. EVO meetings. Gwen. Why did you open the door? Quentin skips a step to catch up to Peter from behind, slink an arm around his waist and squeeze. Quentin kisses the back of his head where his hair whorls together.
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let's call it a wrap on this thread...........we can talk next steps B)
[ Nightmare man. EVO meetings. Gwen. Why did you open the door? Quentin skips a step to catch up to Peter from behind, slink an arm around his waist and squeeze. Quentin kisses the back of his head where his hair whorls together.
[ They don't have to talk. Not yet. ]