[ His hand on David's arm is barely in place, but pain wires it there violently--even while the other slams against David's chest involuntarily. He barely bites down on a scream, but his lips stitched crookedly together at the very last minute to keep it down to an agonized whimper. He'll care about looking like a badass when he can see something other than white again. ]
Fuck--ha--oh fuck I'm gonna-- [ His fingers pulse around David's wrist. ] --pass--
[ It's just a little swoon. Even if he actually passed out, David would catch him. Probably? Right? Whatever, point is that Quentin only wobbles a little before straightening up. ]
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Fuck--ha--oh fuck I'm gonna-- [ His fingers pulse around David's wrist. ] --pass--
[ It's just a little swoon. Even if he actually passed out, David would catch him. Probably? Right? Whatever, point is that Quentin only wobbles a little before straightening up. ]