At first when she let him in her mind, he'd been elated. Score one for Quentin in being cool and impressive, right? But that very quickly turned to a cold realization that she almost certainly does not have telepaths wherever she's from. And she definitely didn't recognize his psychic nudge for what it was. She didn't even understand that he was actually capable of doing any of this crap. She thought he was bluffing. Shit, even people who aren't regularly around psychics in his world know that they exist. He never even considered... Fuck.
When she grabs his arm he freezes, unsure of how to proceed. Is he supposed to comfort her? Comforting someone when you're the one who caused in the mess in the first place seems like an asshole move. He chances a glance at her, trying not to look as lost as he feels. It's painfully obvious she never wanted to show him this and never would have let him in if she'd known. And despite how tightly she's clinging to him now, he's pretty certain she's never going to want to see his stupid face again after this. He sure wouldn't.
Whatever, pity party later. There's some inner demons manifesting as weird chalk monsters to deal with, and what better way to take out his frustration?]
Jesus H. Christmas, you guys are annoying. Good-bye! [And with his free hand he snaps his fingers. It lacks most of his usual bravado, but it's effective nonetheless. The monsters are blown away as though he'd set off a powerful explosion, and the voices are abruptly silenced. If they're a natural part of her mind and not some outside psychic tampering as he suspects, they'll be back eventually, but the shield he's put up should hold at least until he's out of her head.]
That's better. A guy could barely hear himself think with all that noise. [Jokes and forced confidence will make this better, right? Right???]
in which quentin is more op than he thought whoops
At first when she let him in her mind, he'd been elated. Score one for Quentin in being cool and impressive, right? But that very quickly turned to a cold realization that she almost certainly does not have telepaths wherever she's from. And she definitely didn't recognize his psychic nudge for what it was. She didn't even understand that he was actually capable of doing any of this crap. She thought he was bluffing. Shit, even people who aren't regularly around psychics in his world know that they exist. He never even considered... Fuck.
When she grabs his arm he freezes, unsure of how to proceed. Is he supposed to comfort her? Comforting someone when you're the one who caused in the mess in the first place seems like an asshole move. He chances a glance at her, trying not to look as lost as he feels. It's painfully obvious she never wanted to show him this and never would have let him in if she'd known. And despite how tightly she's clinging to him now, he's pretty certain she's never going to want to see his stupid face again after this. He sure wouldn't.
Whatever, pity party later. There's some inner demons manifesting as weird chalk monsters to deal with, and what better way to take out his frustration?]
Jesus H. Christmas, you guys are annoying. Good-bye! [And with his free hand he snaps his fingers. It lacks most of his usual bravado, but it's effective nonetheless. The monsters are blown away as though he'd set off a powerful explosion, and the voices are abruptly silenced. If they're a natural part of her mind and not some outside psychic tampering as he suspects, they'll be back eventually, but the shield he's put up should hold at least until he's out of her head.]
That's better. A guy could barely hear himself think with all that noise. [Jokes and forced confidence will make this better, right? Right???]