[ “That time Quentin fell down the stairs at Ormond.” ]

Right? I’m saved. [ He puts the ice pack back where e found it, thinking it useless. If there were a fridge at camp maybe but there isn’t and David’s pockets aren’t big enough to carry that anyway.

Quentin thinks what David is finding is far more interesting. Mainly the fact that he found clothes. Quentin’s shifting through it as fast as possible and grabbing the first pair of pants he finds and throwing those right on, awkwardly hopping on his good foot to do it. ]

Bless you gray sweatpants. I love you so much.

[ He goes right back to look, pulling a random jersey over his head then going back for another shirt or another jacket or-

He jumps back from the clothes, flinching like something in the luggage bit him.

He inhales a deep breath then runs a hand through his hair. The next second he’s violently yanking a stripped sweater out of the luggage and throwing it across the hallway away from them. Could’ve worn it for warmth but instead he’s opting to curse it out. ]

Mother fucking ugly piece of shit- … What did you say?

[ Boots. He stares at him blankly then seems to reboot and takes them. He sits down, following David’s instructions and lacing them as tight as circulation will allow. ]

I owe you like… I don’t know. Something. We’ll figure it out later.