[Well, this time it's more of an embarrassment thing than a grief thing, but you know. Quentin's neuroses are many and varied.]
Um. I was thinking maybe, um. Could you maybe. Hold it for me? I just, I don't...I keep telling myself to just get rid of it? Or to keep it to use in like, a different way? And I can't...seem to do either of those things and I don't feel like I should just be letting it sit in my room so. Um. I thought maybe if someone had it then I would feel less, like, pressure. To act.
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Um. I was thinking maybe, um. Could you maybe. Hold it for me? I just, I don't...I keep telling myself to just get rid of it? Or to keep it to use in like, a different way? And I can't...seem to do either of those things and I don't feel like I should just be letting it sit in my room so. Um. I thought maybe if someone had it then I would feel less, like, pressure. To act.
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[He's got so much storage space now that he has his own house. No need to worry about overcrowding.]
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[He's gonna have to have a cry about it first but that's pretty standard procedure for him right now.]
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