[Quentin rolls the glass between his hands, the chill of the glass seeping in to his palms and he takes a sip before continuing.]
It's not you? Or, I mean, it's not just you and your-- memory? And you look fine to me. It's-- some of mine are out there, too. And I got some of them back. And that's great, because I wouldn't want any more people to see it. But, shit, there are just things I'd rather people didn't see and I don't know. I'll probably never know if someone here knows, you know?
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[Quentin rolls the glass between his hands, the chill of the glass seeping in to his palms and he takes a sip before continuing.]
It's not you? Or, I mean, it's not just you and your-- memory? And you look fine to me. It's-- some of mine are out there, too. And I got some of them back. And that's great, because I wouldn't want any more people to see it. But, shit, there are just things I'd rather people didn't see and I don't know. I'll probably never know if someone here knows, you know?