[Steven does glimpse that inbox on the screen, but doesn't think much of it. It makes sense. He stares down at the empty seat on the couch for a few seconds, and while it's tempting, he doesn't go for it. Instead, he averts his gaze to Beck himself.]
I've seen the aftermath of Faerie porkies before. On someone else. It's not pretty. But...
[He trails off, shaking his head in a 'nevermind' sort of way. Much as he wants to question whether the Faerie thing would be the only reason for Quentin to tell the truth, he can't bring himself to voice it. Instead, he wanders over to the 'dining area' to go get a chair for himself. That's a safer bet. He takes extra care to keep his tail out of the way when he sits down.]
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I've seen the aftermath of Faerie porkies before. On someone else. It's not pretty. But...
[He trails off, shaking his head in a 'nevermind' sort of way. Much as he wants to question whether the Faerie thing would be the only reason for Quentin to tell the truth, he can't bring himself to voice it. Instead, he wanders over to the 'dining area' to go get a chair for himself. That's a safer bet. He takes extra care to keep his tail out of the way when he sits down.]