[The tightness leaks out of Quentin voice and he sighs.]
He is. -- it's not like there's no fear. Or doubt. I mean, have you met me? But. He's Eliot.
[As if that has ever explained anything, but he's been so used to using it to push back against stupid, risky ideas back home that it just slips out again.]
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He is. -- it's not like there's no fear. Or doubt. I mean, have you met me? But. He's Eliot.
[As if that has ever explained anything, but he's been so used to using it to push back against stupid, risky ideas back home that it just slips out again.]