I like older dad-bod Leo over young twink Leo. And I've already told myself no Titanic clichรฉs. If Quentin tries to kick me off a floating wreck in the ocean, I'm telling his ass to move over.
That's a real vote of confidence, Bambi. [ It's fine. It's not worth arguing about because there's nothing to argue about, their both just very clearly tense right now. What with the whole imminent death thing. ] Once I find him, we just have to get on a boat.
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I know you guys will figure out something to save us. I'm going to try and keep Julia and Quentin safe if the ship goes down.
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Maybe find out of Leo is on the boat.
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I AM USING THIS THREAD FOR SOMETHING---
[ she blows him a kiss and hangs up. BUT HEY SHE PICKS UP THE THREAD AGAIN ONCE SHE KNOWS THE SHIP IS GOING DOWN.]
Please fucking tell me that you're okay?
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[ Does he really have time for this? He's sure Margo can hear the chaos erupting around him. ]
I think I got Julia to the boats okay. I'm looking for Quentin.
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[ MAKE TIME FOR YOUR BFF.]
Good. Do you need me to message him and figure out where he is?
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[ That's the sound of Eliot's Fluid being knocked out of his hands and the distant-to-clear swearing as he finds it again. ]
Neither of us is going to die.
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