[ He copies her, in a way, stomping the snow off his shoes right before going any further in and then catching up to her. He stands right before the coffee table, hands in his pockets and looking up at the mural at her revelation.
He's quiet, thinking about Jeff and wondering if every killer has a counterpart now, however distant - but there's something that's more interesting in there two. ]
I wonder why it took you from different times. That's got to be, like, at least ten years, right?
[ Should he sit too? Quentin takes the seat closest to the fire after hovering for a minute and leans forward, propping his head up with his hand and looking around. ]
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He's quiet, thinking about Jeff and wondering if every killer has a counterpart now, however distant - but there's something that's more interesting in there two. ]
I wonder why it took you from different times. That's got to be, like, at least ten years, right?
[ Should he sit too? Quentin takes the seat closest to the fire after hovering for a minute and leans forward, propping his head up with his hand and looking around. ]