[Quentin takes a quick step back, putting some space between them and between Riku's hand reaching out, clearing his throat and stuffing both of his hands in to his pockets as if that's going to take the attention away from his neck.]
I was just taking a walk? And I thought I saw-- I heard. But, uh, it's all a little confusing? Maybe I swallowed a bug? Yeah, uh, yeah I think that's it. I swallowed a bug and it... it flew down wrong?
[Lies, and his eyes slide off to the side, watching Alice beckon him with a curl of her small hand. Or at least he thinks it's Alice, since he can only make out the hand and nothing else in the darkness, but that's alright. He just has to follow her, right? Find out what she knows.
Or he doesn't, because she might just be something his mind has made up. Because of the stress and the dark and the fucking ferry going under and maybe, maybe, maybe it's just his ordinary brain breaking in the worst possible time.
Quentin's eyes flick back to Riku after a very long period of silence, and he's holding himself to still. So quiet, a neutral kind of apathy forced on to his face and he makes himself smile - wholly fake and terrified, heart pounding in fear and his hands are shaking too hard to hold on to anything, except inside his pockets where he can fist his hands in to the fabric and hold on rightly.]
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[Quentin takes a quick step back, putting some space between them and between Riku's hand reaching out, clearing his throat and stuffing both of his hands in to his pockets as if that's going to take the attention away from his neck.]
I was just taking a walk? And I thought I saw-- I heard. But, uh, it's all a little confusing? Maybe I swallowed a bug? Yeah, uh, yeah I think that's it. I swallowed a bug and it... it flew down wrong?
[Lies, and his eyes slide off to the side, watching Alice beckon him with a curl of her small hand. Or at least he thinks it's Alice, since he can only make out the hand and nothing else in the darkness, but that's alright. He just has to follow her, right? Find out what she knows.
Or he doesn't, because she might just be something his mind has made up. Because of the stress and the dark and the fucking ferry going under and maybe, maybe, maybe it's just his ordinary brain breaking in the worst possible time.
Quentin's eyes flick back to Riku after a very long period of silence, and he's holding himself to still. So quiet, a neutral kind of apathy forced on to his face and he makes himself smile - wholly fake and terrified, heart pounding in fear and his hands are shaking too hard to hold on to anything, except inside his pockets where he can fist his hands in to the fabric and hold on rightly.]
It's just a walk? I just wanted to see the river?