[Quite a few expressions cross Quentin's face in a short period, running the gamut from confusion, disbelief, and finally resignation. He has no idea how Steven even learned about Mysterio, but-
This is the other shoe, and it's finally dropping. Figures. Nothing good lasts.
Quentin blows out a breath, and rubs at the back of his neck as he looks away from Steven first.]
...Well, that's- not what I expected. But- [Another helpless shrug. He's not prepared at all for this conversation, and he's not gonna even try to slip out of it.] Fuck it. What do you wanna know? Can we at least sit down first-?
[Action]
This is the other shoe, and it's finally dropping. Figures. Nothing good lasts.
Quentin blows out a breath, and rubs at the back of his neck as he looks away from Steven first.]
...Well, that's- not what I expected. But- [Another helpless shrug. He's not prepared at all for this conversation, and he's not gonna even try to slip out of it.] Fuck it. What do you wanna know? Can we at least sit down first-?