[It's not quite a yelp, but it's also not not a yelp when Quentin flinches a little, before he rolls his eyes, turning to Eliot.
Jesus.]
Yeah, no. That's me. Eliot, no. I meant, maybe they flew off and turned invisible somewhere else. I know I'm not wearing them now, because nothing pinches or. Just. It's fine. I have a lap coat.
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Jesus.]
Yeah, no. That's me. Eliot, no. I meant, maybe they flew off and turned invisible somewhere else. I know I'm not wearing them now, because nothing pinches or. Just. It's fine. I have a lap coat.