@meatriarch asked: ❝ just give me a heads-up before you try to stab me next time, okay? ❞ | ( danny lmao could be funny with an accidental encounter or something, the kiddos always in shambles/catty under duress i fear )
"Jesus! Yeah, sorry man, I--shit," Quentin heaved, snatching the icepick back to himself. He could feel his heartbeat jackrabbiting against his breastbone. "Sorry."
He had been hiding right next to the door, waiting for those approaching footsteps, only aborting his swing at the last second when he realized it wasn't one of their captors. It was Danny, thank god. Worn and torn but still alive.
"You doing--doing okay? Not dying?" Quentin glanced over him, trying to identify any potentially lethal injuries. Didn't seem like it, luckily. God, though, Quentin had been centimeters from delivering a killer lobotomy. He didn't blame him for the attitude--Quentin probably would have snapped the same.
"Have you seen any of the others?"