[Quentin's been at the expo for what feels like hours, trying not to watching anything too closely or he'd feel more forced to do something. Do anything. And it would probably be something stupid, like starting to shout at the nearest booth personal to just fucking stop drugging people to get them on-stage to show them being lured, or forced, or tricked in to sex they might not want. And no one was doing anything! Like this was in any way safe, sane or consensual.
He finds himself at some kind of food cart eventually, having walked and walked and walked, head down and ignoring the progressively lewd suggestions thrown his way and that's when he stops right in front of Rey, his hands hovering somewhere up near his shoulders like he doesn't want to accidentally touch anything he shouldn't or like he's very, very unsure about this whole thing.
& grandma hattie's.
He finds himself at some kind of food cart eventually, having walked and walked and walked, head down and ignoring the progressively lewd suggestions thrown his way and that's when he stops right in front of Rey, his hands hovering somewhere up near his shoulders like he doesn't want to accidentally touch anything he shouldn't or like he's very, very unsure about this whole thing.
Quentin blinks. Once, twice.]
Hello?