[Scott really intended to leave just now, but he finds himself stopping in his tracks, his hands curling into fists by his sides as his temper flares once more. It's not like he always has to have the last word in (just most of the time), but he can't just let this go, at least not without saying something in return. Abruptly, he turns back around, to grumpily glare at Quentin.]
Stop talking like you know me!
[He's not stalking off to go brood!! He's just... stomping off to go do something else. Something that's definitely not brooding. Shut up. What does he know anyway!! The older teen doesn't know anything about him, despite the evidence, and this isn't about logic and crap anyway.
Also, he really doesn't need the thought of a parallel universe of him existing on top of the other shit he's dealing with.]
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Stop talking like you know me!
[He's not stalking off to go brood!! He's just... stomping off to go do something else. Something that's definitely not brooding. Shut up. What does he know anyway!! The older teen doesn't know anything about him, despite the evidence, and this isn't about logic and crap anyway.
Also, he really doesn't need the thought of a parallel universe of him existing on top of the other shit he's dealing with.]