[ is all he says at first, flopping backwards on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. most people are covering it up well, oy—. ] Maybe some people are covering it up well, but maybe the rest of us are just—.
[ just what? does he want to admit that he locked himself away in his room once he realised he'd thought wanda was mj? when he realised he was beyond relieved at the fact that mj wasn't dead and that there was a part of him that was glad it was still wanda after all? that it had made him feel sick, and he's still not sure if it was the residual worry that he doesn't know if mj's okay, or if it's the realisation that he's not as good as he tries to be.
he lifts a hand and waves it dismissively, before continuing with: ]
You know what? It doesn't matter. So yeah, sure, it'd be on you and your choice to go running into the forest with [ air quotes ] Puny Parker as your choice of backup. It doesn't absolve you of personal responsibility, but also— [ he lifts his head a touch, eyeing quentin for a moment. ] If you don't follow, means if I fail at saving your ass, it's on me. That's how this works, or did you miss the memo on team-ups? [ a beat and a quirk of his lips. ] I mean, I know I'm not one of the superheroes or magical whatevers you were so keen on making a list of, but...
[ a breath of a pause, and he sighs, pushing one hand down on the mattress to lift himself back up. ] Or do you really think that no-one else here cares about anyone else? Do you really think I wouldn't care if you died?
—I don't care about the tracker, Quentin. When I said they're my babies, I meant I know them inside out. Quirks, warts and all, you know? I don't think you're unappreciative, I just think you're struggling.
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[ is all he says at first, flopping backwards on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. most people are covering it up well, oy—. ] Maybe some people are covering it up well, but maybe the rest of us are just—.
[ just what? does he want to admit that he locked himself away in his room once he realised he'd thought wanda was mj? when he realised he was beyond relieved at the fact that mj wasn't dead and that there was a part of him that was glad it was still wanda after all? that it had made him feel sick, and he's still not sure if it was the residual worry that he doesn't know if mj's okay, or if it's the realisation that he's not as good as he tries to be.
he lifts a hand and waves it dismissively, before continuing with: ]
You know what? It doesn't matter. So yeah, sure, it'd be on you and your choice to go running into the forest with [ air quotes ] Puny Parker as your choice of backup. It doesn't absolve you of personal responsibility, but also— [ he lifts his head a touch, eyeing quentin for a moment. ] If you don't follow, means if I fail at saving your ass, it's on me. That's how this works, or did you miss the memo on team-ups? [ a beat and a quirk of his lips. ] I mean, I know I'm not one of the superheroes or magical whatevers you were so keen on making a list of, but...
[ a breath of a pause, and he sighs, pushing one hand down on the mattress to lift himself back up. ] Or do you really think that no-one else here cares about anyone else? Do you really think I wouldn't care if you died?
—I don't care about the tracker, Quentin. When I said they're my babies, I meant I know them inside out. Quirks, warts and all, you know? I don't think you're unappreciative, I just think you're struggling.