[The weighted pause suggests that Koby does not, in fact, realize this. Not until that exact moment.]
I don't really know how to Turn it off, I guess. [He almost tacks on an I'm sorry, but it's Quentin. He's not saying this to shame or chide, just as a gentle, loving observation.]
Oh, it's from another of those plays, the Shakespeare ones, like that Midsummer one I read you? This one is much less romantic, but the phrase is funny and it pops up all over the place. I don't actually have any newts in the fridge.
Am I? I feel like a mess, mostly, but. As long as YOU like me, that's okay.
it's hard. and i don't know if you should because it's part of who you are, but it might be best to take a moment to yourself sometimes. protect you so you can protect others.
it's difficult to learn.
[ a beat, then: ]
you're not a mess. you're clever and creative and perhaps a little too bullheaded but it's very flattering on you.
so yes i very much like you. shall i say it again? :)
And you're kinder to me than I deserve, running around putting blood in our fridge and making alliances with vampires.
[The slip isn't one Koby notices -- our, instead of my -- too busy feeling fond about it all. About not just simply being told he's a bleeding heart who doesn't understand anything, but told the things that make him frustrating, complicated, annoying are still lovable.]
Thank you. I mean It's hard to turn off, when it's just me in my head, you know? When you say it, I hear it, and I can slow down and I don't know. Remember to breathe. So. Thanks.
Yes, you should. I like hearing it, even if it's the hundredth time. :)
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I don't really know how to
Turn it off, I guess. [He almost tacks on an I'm sorry, but it's Quentin. He's not saying this to shame or chide, just as a gentle, loving observation.]
Oh, it's from another of those plays, the Shakespeare ones, like that Midsummer one I read you? This one is much less romantic, but the phrase is funny and it pops up all over the place. I don't actually have any newts in the fridge.
Am I? I feel like a mess, mostly, but. As long as YOU like me, that's okay.
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it's difficult to learn.
[ a beat, then: ]
you're not a mess. you're clever and creative and perhaps a little too bullheaded but it's very flattering on you.
so yes i very much like you. shall i say it again? :)
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[The slip isn't one Koby notices -- our, instead of my -- too busy feeling fond about it all. About not just simply being told he's a bleeding heart who doesn't understand anything, but told the things that make him frustrating, complicated, annoying are still lovable.]
Thank you. I mean
It's hard to turn off, when it's just me in my head, you know? When you say it, I hear it, and I can slow down and
I don't know. Remember to breathe.
So. Thanks.
Yes, you should. I like hearing it, even if it's the hundredth time. :)
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even if you're putting blood in our fridge and storing newts in the other.
i'll handle tim, he'll be fine. i'll get the house to help get rid of the towels and let them know about the carpets.
and i lied to you i'm afraid. i don't like you. i love you.
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I'm not going to complain about it.
Thank you. No more blood, I promise. And if something happens here that I'm trying to figure out I'll talk to you.
[Kicking his feet maybe!! Shut up don't perceive him!!]
I love you too.