[ quentin can't help the way his blood churns - the way this has made him more angry than he's felt in a long time. but he puts it aside, shoves it all down and wraps himself around koby. it's all he can do but pet his hair, wrap up in him, nuzzle against his neck and breathe him in. ]

You never need to thank me for that. We were with one another. We're both messes. You're allowed to be that - we all are.