"The school was sorta shit, but it was my home and the place I belonged," David said, trying to be neutral on it. He'd already fought with Quire over the place once since coming here. he wasn't going to fight with Kyle parroting Quire's opinion at him.
But he reached out and touched Kyle's arm again.
"Trust me when I say the fact that he's good to you is what matters, not my opinions," David said, because he meant it, not because he wanted to spite Quentin. Geez, the guy really knew how to piss people off without even being there.
But then he was pausing. And pulling back to groan and bury his face in his hands.
"Please do not ask me questions about telepathic sex. I hate remembering that telepathic sex is a thing. I have whole fucking storehouses of knowledge about telepathic sex and I really wish I didn't and I'm glad it's satisfying to you but now I want to go find a hole to die in, just a little."
He doesn't want to talk about how his teachers messed him up. Or about how the world messed his teachers up first. Instead he has to come up with some defense.
"We were a people under attack, Kyle. We couldn't get normal teachers with experience and training and all of that. We had to do our best to protect ourselves, and so that meant that sometimes the people that taught us weren't the greatest at it. But they cared about us. If there is one thing you have to believe about people back home, it's that they cared about us kids. Except for maybe Scott, because he cared but he was also a complicated asshole. Just... Quentin for all I understand comes from a complicated background, and it shaped him, like complicated backgrounds shape all of us. And I want to see the present shape him to be better. Hell, my friend Kate says he's not all that bad. But sometimes, you know, history."
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But he reached out and touched Kyle's arm again.
"Trust me when I say the fact that he's good to you is what matters, not my opinions," David said, because he meant it, not because he wanted to spite Quentin. Geez, the guy really knew how to piss people off without even being there.
But then he was pausing. And pulling back to groan and bury his face in his hands.
"Please do not ask me questions about telepathic sex. I hate remembering that telepathic sex is a thing. I have whole fucking storehouses of knowledge about telepathic sex and I really wish I didn't and I'm glad it's satisfying to you but now I want to go find a hole to die in, just a little."
He doesn't want to talk about how his teachers messed him up. Or about how the world messed his teachers up first. Instead he has to come up with some defense.
"We were a people under attack, Kyle. We couldn't get normal teachers with experience and training and all of that. We had to do our best to protect ourselves, and so that meant that sometimes the people that taught us weren't the greatest at it. But they cared about us. If there is one thing you have to believe about people back home, it's that they cared about us kids. Except for maybe Scott, because he cared but he was also a complicated asshole. Just... Quentin for all I understand comes from a complicated background, and it shaped him, like complicated backgrounds shape all of us. And I want to see the present shape him to be better. Hell, my friend Kate says he's not all that bad. But sometimes, you know, history."