[It's going to be a few days from Quentin's angry and frustrated network post and until he finds his way to the Invincible. He stomps through the hotel like a man on a mission, tablet tucked protectively in to the pocket of his newly-found hoodie. He heads straight up to room 208 and knocks on the door with a frown on his face.
He's looking like someone who hasn't been sleeping well, dark circles under his eyes and his hair greasy and sticking to his face, too short to get tucked behind his ears and too long to not just flop in to his eyes when he moves his head.
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He's looking like someone who hasn't been sleeping well, dark circles under his eyes and his hair greasy and sticking to his face, too short to get tucked behind his ears and too long to not just flop in to his eyes when he moves his head.
But he knocks, jaw set in a stubborn clench.]