[Rey was ready to tell Quentin that again, she was fine. There was nothing to be concerned about, and if there were, she would tell him. Yet, the words stalled when she felt his hand come to rest along the dip in her waist. No, she had to hold on strong...until she looked into those puppy eyes. Those cute, and heart melting puppy eyes that made it impossible to say no to.
Was this Quentin's super power? How was this fair that he could be this cute? It's the universe working against her, truly.
Rey tries to screw her courage to the sticking place, tries to think of more reasons to say no, but one little thought creeps into her mind and won't shut up. He's already here, and more importantly he spent money on her. The items he has in his bag cost him money, so she was in his debt...
Damnit. She hated that. Not that he knew of course, but she would pay him back. Rey would find a way to put that money in his pocket, or his wallet--maybe half and half.
Letting out a tired sigh, Rey moved to the side letting the other Magician in.]
You can come in, but I can handle myself. [Look, she's trying to meet him half way here. She wasn't used to being taken care of, and she was going to find her wallet at some point to pay him back for those items.] I'm well enough to study, I haven't passed out. I've been eating and keeping down fluids. [Barely and clearly not enough of either. Underneath her long sleeved shirt, she may have lost a little bit of weight.]
And if I don't study, I'll fall behind. I need to study. [To stay at Brakebills, she nearly says but holds back. Would he understand? Probably not. Probably wouldn't be for the best if he tried to rationalize with her crazy mind right now.
There's an urge to cough, but Rey manages to push that down for now. No! Her body would not betray her like this. She would show Quentin she was fine and he wouldn't have to worry, and he could report back to Finn that she was just fine.
She waited for Quentin to come inside before shutting the door. Her room was nearly the same as he last saw it--papers and books scattered at the foot of her bed. A mug with an old tea bag left to the side, along with an unopened bottle of water.]
You can put your stuff down wherever. [And fuck, was it hot or cold? Was the AC in the magical dorms on the fritz? She couldn't figure out, or rather, she preferred to ignore the fever that was fucking with her.]
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Was this Quentin's super power? How was this fair that he could be this cute? It's the universe working against her, truly.
Rey tries to screw her courage to the sticking place, tries to think of more reasons to say no, but one little thought creeps into her mind and won't shut up. He's already here, and more importantly he spent money on her. The items he has in his bag cost him money, so she was in his debt...
Damnit. She hated that. Not that he knew of course, but she would pay him back. Rey would find a way to put that money in his pocket, or his wallet--maybe half and half.
Letting out a tired sigh, Rey moved to the side letting the other Magician in.]
You can come in, but I can handle myself. [Look, she's trying to meet him half way here. She wasn't used to being taken care of, and she was going to find her wallet at some point to pay him back for those items.] I'm well enough to study, I haven't passed out. I've been eating and keeping down fluids. [Barely and clearly not enough of either. Underneath her long sleeved shirt, she may have lost a little bit of weight.]
And if I don't study, I'll fall behind. I need to study. [To stay at Brakebills, she nearly says but holds back. Would he understand? Probably not. Probably wouldn't be for the best if he tried to rationalize with her crazy mind right now.
There's an urge to cough, but Rey manages to push that down for now. No! Her body would not betray her like this. She would show Quentin she was fine and he wouldn't have to worry, and he could report back to Finn that she was just fine.
She waited for Quentin to come inside before shutting the door. Her room was nearly the same as he last saw it--papers and books scattered at the foot of her bed. A mug with an old tea bag left to the side, along with an unopened bottle of water.]
You can put your stuff down wherever. [And fuck, was it hot or cold? Was the AC in the magical dorms on the fritz? She couldn't figure out, or rather, she preferred to ignore the fever that was fucking with her.]