[My coffee was cold. It didn’t matter though. Once upon a time, I loved the taste of coffee… the smell of it… the instantaneous warmth and energy it seemed to infuse within my very soul. Not anymore.
I couldn’t remember if this was my fifth or fifteenth cup of the >>
@SulkySorcerer << go get burgers first. From that little diner around the corner from the old dorms. [I think Q and I literally kept this diner in business our sophomore year.]
[Quietly creeps into @SulkySorcerer's room - so quietly, in fact, that his gaze never once flickered from whatever he was reading. (Who am I kidding? We all know what he was reading...) I thought about tapping him on the shoulder but decided to simply observe until he felt >>
@SulkySorcerer Alright, Q... I know you're a nerd and I love you for that but I was thinking maybe we'd actually do something /outside/ for a change. Maybe even around other people. [I could sense his hesitation before I'd even said the words but I could play to his weaknesses.] We can even >>
@SulkySorcerer << destination in mind, I ushered him out the door, giggling just a little as he shielded his eyes from the sun.] Just how long has it been since you've seen the light of day?
@SulkySorcerer And ruin my manicure? [With a dramatic gasp, I examined my unpolished fingernails carefully for only a moment before looking back at him with a smirk.]
So... what do you want to do? [It really didn't matter what we did as long as we actually did something. With no particular >>
@SulkySorcerer << And that's not okay - especially that last part.]
Out. [I didn't know exactly where we were going... I just needed to get him out of his room and out of his head for awhile.] Why? Do you have someplace else to be?
@SulkySorcerer [It was always a dangerous road when Quentin started spending too much time alone in his room... too much time escaping reality. He gets too lost in his own head, adrift in utopian worlds that don't exist (barring Fillory) that he completely loses touch with reality. And me. >>
@SulkySorcerer Long enough. [With a lighthearted laugh, I threw one arm over his shoulder, not so discreetly beginning to guide him out of his room and into the daylight for the first time in... how long?] I think the real question is how long have /you/ been here?
@MirroredMartyr Sounds like you're running away from something... Q and I always ran to Fillory when we wanted somewhere to hide. Figuratively and, well, literally sometimes too.
@SulkySorcerer [If he didn't see the eye roll, I'm pretty damn sure he felt it.] Eliot is downstairs. I knew I wasn't going to be walking in on something that would make me want to bleach my eyes. Although /this/... [Gesturing to the dishelved, mopey looking grump before me.] Is a pretty sad >>