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"Maybe when you're that close to my face." Red murmured.

"My apologies," Quarrel breathed, scooting back a little bit. "I think that you are weird. But I have not met many humans that have been kind to me."

"Well, I haven't been unkind to ya, so don't start bein' unkind to me and we'll be fine." Red replied.

"Fair enough," Quarrel replied, before he fell silent - still staring at the redhead.

Red was quiet a moment- trying not to look at Q as he lay besides the boy. It didn't last long with the other staring at him so much.

"...You find me interesting, don't you." Red sighed.

"I apologize," Quarrel said again. "I'll stop staring and making you uncomfortable."

He closed his eyes and attempted to relax.

"It's not making me uncomfortable, it just that I'm too used to being under the microscope." Red explained.

"I know how that feels," Quarrel replied without any malice, though Red instantly remembered where he had found the other.

"...Yeah, so it's not like it's something out of the ordinary for us." Red mumbled. "I don't care that people look at me for what I am rather than who I am."

Quarrel opened his silver eyes once more and stared at the redhead. After a moment he informed, "I don't stare at you because you are interesting. I stare at you because of all the hearts I reached out to, yours heard mine. I feel attachment to you. I want to know why."

"It wasn't my heart it was my head." Red replied. "I saw things from your perspective...I felt how frantic and scared and hurt you were and how much you wanted to get out. That transfer just drove me to finally find you and get you outta there."

"I am not quite sure what humans believe," Quarrel informed. "But from my understanding... feelings are felt with the heart and soul, not the head."

He reached out and rested a hand over Red's chest, the redhead's heart beating beneath his finger tips.

He suddenly felt curious and scared - overwhelmed with this new place that he was supposed to know, but hadn't seen since before he could stand on his own feet.

The feeling passed as soon as Q pulled his hand away.

Red reached up and touched the spot over his heart- taking a breath to even out his heartbeat again.

"...So you have the ability to make people feel things." Red commented.

"No," Quarrel informed. "That isn't a normal ability, nor have I ever been able to do so with anyone else."

"So that's what you're talking about." Red sighed. "I'm not closed off."

Quarrel stared at him. "Closed... off?"