Fics like damage control for a walking corpse

He had broken up with Alice because — it almost didn’t bear going into. He had broken up with Alice because he never should have gotten back with Alice; because they were different people who wanted different things in a way that had been easier to ignore when they were grad students wrestling with the same coursework; because he came back from the dead and the person on the other side of the faultline in his life seemed suddenly very far away; because Alice was always saying things like “Q, have you thought about seeing a therapist?” and “I’m worried about you, Q,” and “Quentin, I really think you should be talking to a professional,” and Quentin was always saying things like “I need to go to sleep,” and “I’m gonna get another beer,” and “Not to be an asshole, but can you like get off my fucking dick?” But also, he had broken up with Alice because he had a sex dream about Eliot Waugh. (Or: Quentin blows up his life, hops into a car with Julia, and flees the state. It's not exactly the fresh start he'd hoped for.)

Fics like damage control for a walking corpse

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