"Uh-- I actually didn't even think about it for the past two weeks? But--"

Quentin flounders a little, still so goddamn angry he wants to kick trees, but. He's actually been listening lately, trying to do better than just shout incoherently at the forest.

"You-- that's-- fuck you! Fuck you for putting everyone in danger like that! What the fuck were you thinking?"

Because it doesn't matter if the ferry had only sailed away without problems, because Eliot had been fucking on it, and Quentin huffs, setting his jaw in a stubborn line.