It's too much right now for Quentin to beg him to stay--to recover and make a little distance and turn this into the kind of shouting match that he thinks he might actually make progress with. He won't put Claire through the ringer of playing referee, though, nor will he reject Lisa's efforts to protect him. Even if he wanted to, lifting from her lap is a little too much to ask right now, nevermind keeping a fight going. But Ash puts the final nail in hard before Quentin can even gather himself to try.
You never did. Even through the mess, his face twists hard. "Don't--," Quentin slurs, tries again more clearly in response to that threat, "You don't--you don't understand--lemme just--"
Elodie's warning expression clears in his vision, and then he sees the animal smile Ash gives him, exactly the look of a trapped dog. There's none of the mania Quentin can recognize from Cheryl, from the mess in the Backwater basement. He huffs, shallow, and cuts his eyes sideways. Not now. Not right now, there's no reasoning now. He's waited this long for the payoff; he can wait a little longer.
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You never did. Even through the mess, his face twists hard. "Don't--," Quentin slurs, tries again more clearly in response to that threat, "You don't--you don't understand--lemme just--"
Elodie's warning expression clears in his vision, and then he sees the animal smile Ash gives him, exactly the look of a trapped dog. There's none of the mania Quentin can recognize from Cheryl, from the mess in the Backwater basement. He huffs, shallow, and cuts his eyes sideways. Not now. Not right now, there's no reasoning now. He's waited this long for the payoff; he can wait a little longer.