( Quentin pauses and a flutter of anxiety ripples through him, easily felt through the bond. He lifts his head, dark eyes immediately moving to Penny's face. His hand stops for now but it doesn't go away, he's just thinking. See, the overthinking creeps in sometimes, whether he wants it to or not. )
Are you too drunk to really consent? Am I being shitty and taking advantage?
( As much as he wants to just throw himself into it, and as much as his lust kept him from asking this question before, Quentin's brain can zig zag around him whether he likes it or not. He doesn't want to be that guy. )
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Are you too drunk to really consent? Am I being shitty and taking advantage?
( As much as he wants to just throw himself into it, and as much as his lust kept him from asking this question before, Quentin's brain can zig zag around him whether he likes it or not. He doesn't want to be that guy. )