one leg after the other did their very best to be so, so silent during the night. of course, her luck was going to run out at some point during the evening -- or maybe he was just a light sleeper. her head shifts a little towards his voice, a small smirk lingers along as she continues to string on her clothes, “ oh good, i’m glad i could be of service, ” a playful gesture in her words as she moves to stand from the edge and pull on her shirt. she bends to quickly swipe up her jacket and sweater, ringing it around her forearm, “ i had fun, too. you should get plenty of rest, though. i know i did a number on your back. ”
“ you were just going to sneak out in the middle of the night and say nothing to me? “ quentin questioned calmly while he looked towards brielle who had just finished getting dressed. he doesn’t know how they had ended up in bed together. but quentin wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. not when it was something that he obviously wanted, obviously enjoyed. “ you don’t have to do that. i’m not some hanger-on. i’m not gonna get clingy on you. this was what it was. it can just be that. “ a smile stretched onto his face and then he moved so he could let his legs hang over the side of the bed while looking at her. quentin imagines that she’s got some business to handle. he knows she’s always got her fingers dipped into some nefarious things. things of that nature usually happen at night. “ you should rest too. i can’t imagine you not being at least a little bit sore. “
