[Quentin stops talking, the tablet still recording when he goes quiet, chewing in his lip. Because, yeah? There had been fear, about who and what he was, but it had never been about his sexuality. He’d always been pretty okay with that.
Quentin had never been normal. His mother knew and chose to leave to get away from it, he always broke things and his own brain breaks, even after dying, it never stops being a part of who he is. The parts he never shows to anyone if he can help it.]
I’ve always been different. There’s— and that’s okay? It’s okay to be. To just be. You.
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[Quentin stops talking, the tablet still recording when he goes quiet, chewing in his lip. Because, yeah? There had been fear, about who and what he was, but it had never been about his sexuality. He’d always been pretty okay with that.
Quentin had never been normal. His mother knew and chose to leave to get away from it, he always broke things and his own brain breaks, even after dying, it never stops being a part of who he is. The parts he never shows to anyone if he can help it.]
I’ve always been different. There’s— and that’s okay? It’s okay to be. To just be. You.