[And yes, it's cagey as all hell, but jesus. That memory. Quentin rubs at his face and, really, there's no other way to do this than just say it and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before-]
Yours. I think I found a memory. With you, about you.
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[And yes, it's cagey as all hell, but jesus. That memory. Quentin rubs at his face and, really, there's no other way to do this than just say it and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before-]
Yours. I think I found a memory. With you, about you.