[Quentin visibly cringes at the question, shoulders tensing up. This situation is weirdly more uncomfortable than even his conversation with Osborn at the Cube had been.]

Not really-? I don't know what else to say, so- safe topic. [He gestures vaguely, to do something with his hands at the moment.] Mild distraction. Then, we can do the big talk afterwards.

[Oh thank fuck, the kitchen is close, which means his living room is that much closer. Why is this so agonizing. Quentin feels like he's digging his own grave somehow, and making things worse.]