❝ i’m right here. talk to me, quen. ❞
He knows Garth is in front of him, speaking softly. The only problem was that he couldn’t seem to pull himself from wherever his soul was wandering. For some time, he struggled against it, the most he could get out of his mouth were faint sobs. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he break this cycle? Being aware and yet so powerless made everything so much harder. But even if he could talk, he didn’t know where to start.
He wasn’t sure how long he was away - it felt like an eternity. But Garth remained by his side. He was so tired and he didn’t dare look him in the eye. So, he placed his head on his brother’s shoulder, closing his eyes. He didn’t want to think again, but he had to. He had to get them out, the screaming in his soul. “I didn’t think you’d marry,” he started. “Not... not for a long while.” The few words he had spoken with Ashara, he assessed that she was going to be a wonderful match for Garth. They just needed time. Remus, on the other hand, they all knew would marry. That was not at all a surprise.
But Garth marrying had put Quentin's own circumstances into perspective. Was he next? His heart wanted to explore, finding a deserving love of his own before he married. No - why was he thinking about this? There was so much brewing in the air. His feelings didn’t matter. If they didn’t, why did he keep talking?
“Even you are moving onto a new life. I’m still me - I haven’t changed. I’m terrified of what changes will befit me.”