[Once there's another squeeze, Steven's gaze strays down towards their hands and a faint smile tugs at his lips. The sensation- the warmth helps to ground him. He'd question if it's an act, but the gesture matches Quentin's words and he can't lie. For a 'bad guy', Quentin sure is a nice guy.]
Yep. Break sounds good. [The tip of his tail swishes, tapping against the bottom of the couch, near the floor. It has something of a mind of its own until he learns to control it better.] So how uh... How's your week been?
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Yep. Break sounds good. [The tip of his tail swishes, tapping against the bottom of the couch, near the floor. It has something of a mind of its own until he learns to control it better.] So how uh... How's your week been?