* MINOR MENDING!

okay, this is nice. usually, the whole reading books thing is done in isolation for quentin, doesn’t really do it with another person. silence but not an awkward silence. that’s a new one, isn’t it? he stops reading for a moment, looks up, “ the flying forest. fillory, y’know. seeing how much shit was just...not true is kind of tough. “ stops himself from going on a tangent, “ what’re you reading? “ 

“ oh, you did not just say that. i can dance. i can dance so much that, uh, that they call me the dancing king over in fillory, that’s my title. “ 

“ no, no, i’m the one asking, therefore, you’ve gotta dance first. that’s the rule. “

“ okay, uh, show me your moves. dance moves. don’t look at me like that, this could come in handy. “ 

okay, he may have snickered just a little bit. he tries to suppress it, hand over mouth. not doing a good job. “ uh, yeah, yup. me and, uh, lady julia are pretty close. “ lady julia. wow. that’s some real gentlemanly shit going on here. regular prince charming. “ uh, no. we’re friends. buddies. compadres. do-uh, do you guys have, like, a colloquial term for friends? ‘cos i think you may be getting the wrong idea. “ 

“ okay, i’m gonna need you to promise not to hit me. promise. “ big, deep breath. “ i can’t believe you’re reading. you know what this is like? this is- this is like seeing your child walk for the first time. magical. “