[ the whole room is a mess in a way that speaks of violence and power that quentin can't wrap his head around. he can't reconcile sweet tim with this destruction, confused even more with the idea that tim is back. it's a lot to process and so he buckles down, dipping to scoop his arms under koby's bottom and pick him up so he can lean into his front. ]
I'll be fine.
[ he murmurs it against koby's ear, soft and insistent as he begins to carry him back toward the door. ] Hold onto my neck, love. I'm here now. We'll have you cleaned up soon, then we can talk.
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I'll be fine.
[ he murmurs it against koby's ear, soft and insistent as he begins to carry him back toward the door. ] Hold onto my neck, love. I'm here now. We'll have you cleaned up soon, then we can talk.