[ A defensive little barb snags in his tongue--a cleansing is never a bad idea! He can handle ghosts! But the speed of this guy's patter (condescending as it feels) is...kind of comforting. He talks at the speed of Quentin's thoughts. So at even the gentle implication that he might go somewhere else (to be awake, watching, listening, maybe even talking), Quentin straightens up. ]
Okay, well--you want company? I can just get my pants and-- [ He could come with, you know? Instead of laying here. Awake. Alone. ]
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Okay, well--you want company? I can just get my pants and-- [ He could come with, you know? Instead of laying here. Awake. Alone. ]