[Hands falling in to his lap because Eliot pulled away and Quentin? Quentin hunches his shoulders, free hands twisting together. He wishes briefly for a coin, just to have something to do with his hands, because nothing he's saying is working. Eliot isn't even-- listening. Feeling useless, useless and worthless and Quentin sinks lower in to his seat.]
I don't know what else to do! I can't-- I can't help you. I can't-- I couldn't even help myself and I thought. I thought I'd lost you. This place did that! What the fuck is it going to do next?
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[Hands falling in to his lap because Eliot pulled away and Quentin? Quentin hunches his shoulders, free hands twisting together. He wishes briefly for a coin, just to have something to do with his hands, because nothing he's saying is working. Eliot isn't even-- listening. Feeling useless, useless and worthless and Quentin sinks lower in to his seat.]
I don't know what else to do! I can't-- I can't help you. I can't-- I couldn't even help myself and I thought. I thought I'd lost you. This place did that! What the fuck is it going to do next?