[There's no pretty way to put it: Quentin panics a little, as Steven goes to leave. Of course he's put his foot in his mouth, messed this up- But this is the first time they've talked in what feels like ages. Quentin wants to keep this going.

Even if he feels some degree of pathetic reaching out to touch Steven's shoulder. Hopefully get him to pause, at least.]

No, I meant it. I did say 'whenever', this counts as whenever, so I mean- [He shrugs a bit helplessly, wings twitching a little.] If you got a minute, I do too. Simple as that. You'll just have to live with me being a bit of a mess.

[Quentin's smile as he says the last part is wry, inviting Steven to laugh at him rather than with him for once. Here's the opening for a cheap shot, Steven.]