Clearly, you haven't really met me yet. [Because really, feeling guilty about something, anything, was practically the baseline of Quentin's whole existence.]
Sure thing.
[And he places his shitty cards face-up on the pew between them and flips the wild. A pair of three's, but that's it.]
no subject
Sure thing.
[And he places his shitty cards face-up on the pew between them and flips the wild. A pair of three's, but that's it.]