"Okay. We'll call it- two weeks on doubles- make it three days a week, the Monday, Wednesday, Friday. And at the end of that we'll see if Quill wants to sit down and talk. If she does, we can approach that together, and if she doesn't, we can see where we are."
Searching Rawne's expression.
"You don't make it easy to know what to do, 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."
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Searching Rawne's expression.
"You don't make it easy to know what to do, Rawne."
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A shrug of his shoulders.
"Maybe it would be good if you told me what you're feeling?"
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He says- for all that Rawne brought part of this on himself, Quentin doesn't like that it has to hurt.
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Quentin instructs, gently.
"It'll help with the shock."
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