Honestly, maybe Steve does need Quentin to prove it. Because he just had a really fucking trippy dream about the guy. And it's not even like that was the first time he's dreamed about him, either. It was simply the weirdest. There should be some burden of proof after that! He's been in this shithole weeks without even the slightest hint of anyone fog familiar, which is certainly long enough to start to worry he'd completely fucking lost it. Forgive him for needing a little verification here, it's just he's been having A Bad Time.
Holding Quentin, hearing him, even feeling that trademark unhinged shit eating grin against his neck — doesn't mean this is actually happening. It just means his weird sick brain has perfectly crafted a convincing amalgamation of someone he misses. Someone he may or may not have entirely made up? Who knows, because nobody else seems to have the slightest clue what he's talking about when he brings up realm shit, despite the OBVIOUS ADJACENCY OF THEIR CIRCUMSTANCES!!!
And then Quentin pries ice cold fingers at a spot he accidentally elbowed once and has not had the human decency to avoid ever since. Steve cringes in half, barks a pained laugh, and then pries Quentin away with both arms, one hand on his face at that, in a paltry attempt to save his sides from any more pinching. "What the fuck is wrong with you? We were having a moment, you asshole." Steve wipes his runny nose with the back of his hand, because he just has allergies, NOT emotions, OK!!! But he might be smiling too because yeah, that's Quentin for sure.
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Holding Quentin, hearing him, even feeling that trademark unhinged shit eating grin against his neck — doesn't mean this is actually happening. It just means his weird sick brain has perfectly crafted a convincing amalgamation of someone he misses. Someone he may or may not have entirely made up? Who knows, because nobody else seems to have the slightest clue what he's talking about when he brings up realm shit, despite the OBVIOUS ADJACENCY OF THEIR CIRCUMSTANCES!!!
And then Quentin pries ice cold fingers at a spot he accidentally elbowed once and has not had the human decency to avoid ever since. Steve cringes in half, barks a pained laugh, and then pries Quentin away with both arms, one hand on his face at that, in a paltry attempt to save his sides from any more pinching. "What the fuck is wrong with you? We were having a moment, you asshole." Steve wipes his runny nose with the back of his hand, because he just has allergies, NOT emotions, OK!!! But he might be smiling too because yeah, that's Quentin for sure.