[ he shakes his head defiantly. ]

No, no. It. It was my own fault? I thought. I.

I let him free. And. I should have listened. I shouldn't have been selfish. I should have j- just. [ let quentin go. quentin was never really his to have anyway. only whenever quentin felt he was enough. ]

The hands are. They come and go. I only feel yours right now.