[ Riku hears it and he has enough experience now with Quentin's mannerisms to guess what he's doing. He's seen him tuck himself into a chair with his knees up against his chest, or into corners like he needs something to hold on to the way a sailor hugs the mast while a storm buffets a small craft. ]
Yeah. I feel the same way. Mind if I ask you something personal?
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Yeah. I feel the same way.
Mind if I ask you something personal?