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[major_rawne]

It's because you're horrible. He stares down at his mug for a long moment, trying to formulate a response. "What would make it easier?"

[magician_king]

"Oh- I'm not seriously complaining. I just love you very much but also can't always read you super well."

A shrug of his shoulders.

"Maybe it would be good if you told me what you're feeling?"

[major_rawne]

As usual, Quentin telling him he loves him makes him stare at his coffee even harder. "I feel... it's like a sack of cats are fighting in my chest. I feel... weak. And angry that I feel weak."

[magician_king]

"I'm sorry it's hard for you right now."

He says- for all that Rawne brought part of this on himself, Quentin doesn't like that it has to hurt.

[major_rawne]

Rawne just nods and drinks more coffee. As much as he likes knowing someone cares, expressions of sympathy make his throat feel clogged.

[magician_king]

"Drink your coffee."

Quentin instructs, gently.

"It'll help with the shock."

[major_rawne]

"I am drinking it." It is good coffee.