I know you would never do that, Q, much less lie to me about it.
[He's quiet for a long moment.]
I don't mourn or regret a thing that has passed between us. You must know that. I am... sorry [there's that word again, twice in less than a minute] for bringing it up. You... hah. [tiny, bitter laugh.] You know me. I can't let something that fascinates me lie.
[There's no click, but Q might have hung up again if not for the sound of
him trying to not let on that he's a wreck over this.
He also tries to hide a deep, shaky breath.]
The doc put me on some kind of medicine after that. It helped; stopped me
from hearing him-- or hearing whatever all the time. I...don't know what
I'll be like coming back.
[And he lets the rest of that breath go.]
That's all I know. Sorry. You deserve more, but I don't got it.
Don't-- apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for.
[This is the probably the most miserable he's felt about Q not having a body, because if there was ever a time he needed to touch him, it's right now. There's a great deal he wants to say, but nearly fifty years of emotional repression is really taking its toll at the moment.]
It truly doesn't matter to me what condition you come back in.
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[Too bad he's touching on something with a lot of history to it.]
It was him. He's the only one who could have done that to me.
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And what exactly did he do to you.
[He's pushing and he knows it, but they said no secrets.]
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He... He used me to...
[When Q is at a loss for words, all is decidedly wrong in the world.]
I would've never done that to you, tiger. I mean, the E was my cue and I did have plans but not...
Not anything like that.
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[Hearing Q sound so uncertain makes him regret bringing this up.]
I suppose I was just interested if there was something more complicated going on.
[He swallows, probably audibly hard.]
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[Q is silent for just a moment before he hangs up on him.]
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He waits a good five minutes before calling again.]
I'm sorry.
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I don't really wanna talk to you right now.
[And yet he picked up the phone. Go figure.]
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I know you would never do that, Q, much less lie to me about it.
[He's quiet for a long moment.]
I don't mourn or regret a thing that has passed between us. You must know that. I am... sorry [there's that word again, twice in less than a minute] for bringing it up. You... hah. [tiny, bitter laugh.] You know me. I can't let something that fascinates me lie.
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[There's no click, but Q might have hung up again if not for the sound of him trying to not let on that he's a wreck over this.
He also tries to hide a deep, shaky breath.]
The doc put me on some kind of medicine after that. It helped; stopped me from hearing him-- or hearing whatever all the time. I...don't know what I'll be like coming back.
[And he lets the rest of that breath go.]
That's all I know. Sorry. You deserve more, but I don't got it.
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[This is the probably the most miserable he's felt about Q not having a body, because if there was ever a time he needed to touch him, it's right now. There's a great deal he wants to say, but nearly fifty years of emotional repression is really taking its toll at the moment.]
It truly doesn't matter to me what condition you come back in.
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[Like Wesker really has to say anything aloud anyway. By now, it's automatic.]
I'm sure I'll be fine anyway. You aren't interested in fucking with my head like my last creator.
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[Every syllable is a threat to no one in particular.]
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You take good care of me, baby. But don't worry, I got it all...
... Well.
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[He sighs, squares his jaw, tries to taste the words before they come out.]
You're everything I have, and I don't settle for anything less than I want.
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[It's probably terrible that Q takes a moment to answer, then, though his reply offers up a good explanation.]
Don't make me blush now, tiger.
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It's my mission in life to make you blush.
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Ou, don't get cocky. It takes a lot to get to me, baby. I seen a lot in my short time.
[Never mind that he is right now; it doesn't count if Wesker can't gloat over the image.]
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[He's trying to sound as cocky as Q expects him to be, but that little confession took a lot out of his voice.]
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I guess that's what's unique about you. You always know how to affect me.
[Apparently double meanings should just become their official language.]
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It seems we have that in common.
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Add that to the list.
[There's a kind of affectionate laughter in his voice.]
Though we might have an easier time listing what we don't got in common.
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Oh, don't you even start.
[It is hard to snap at someone when you sound ecstatic.]
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[He sounds equally as pleased, even discussing resurrecting the one person he hasn't had a pleasant thing to say to since he woke up here.]
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I know, baby. You haven't let me down before and by now I can't believe you ever will.
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