Quentin didn't know how to placate other people and make them feel better when he was feeling so shit himself. He didn't know how to tell them he would be fine so they had the freedom to stop trying to butt-in and fix him. He tried that, and all it seemed to do was make them try to pull that bullshit tenfold. The one lifeline Quentin had been okay in accepting was Mark offering to work his expungement case pro-bono, and even then, Quentin wanted to talk to him about setting up a payment plan when he finally got a job if all this worked out for the better. "When drugs are involved, the heart and the mind stop being human."
He just looked at her briefly before his gaze shifted. As much as she might have been joking about going to bitchslap Kevin for him, it was just one more thing on top of a whole pile of other things Quentin had been trying to drag himself through that made him feel like a completely incapable waste of space human being who couldn't function in this world without people doing things for him. Maybe it was the straw that broke the camel's back, but he wasn't going to correct her on the fact. He wasn't going to say that he hadn't been talking about the letter, or anything else. The joke about not being able to deal with Kevin himself was just one thing too much and he couldn't switch of the anger. He felt so fucking alone in the world right now, maybe moreso than he had all along. Whatever way he looked, he felt like he couldn't get out of this awful life. Some days, he wondered how he was even still living. Now, there was Tanner, who was a reason that, for now, he had to keep living and the only way he could cope with any of this, with people who had piles of money at their disposal, was to focus on the toddler because everything else made him so angry and hurt. He was hurt, because he had enough of being made to feel useless and incapable. He made himself feel that way plenty when he had to give his son up for adoption. "How can you not understand why? I know the answer to that. Because you've never been left with absolutely nothing, not even your dignity and self-worth. You don't understand how completely mortifying and offensive it is to have people think that you're some sort of fucking charity case who you can just wave a magic wand - or a credit card - around and save everything. You don't understand, and you're incapable of being able to because your first reaction was to wonder why I wasn't just letting Kevin do it. That's why I'm angry, and that's why, right now, I'm sick of people who don't understand what I've been through trying to tell me how to suck eggs of my own life."
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He just looked at her briefly before his gaze shifted. As much as she might have been joking about going to bitchslap Kevin for him, it was just one more thing on top of a whole pile of other things Quentin had been trying to drag himself through that made him feel like a completely incapable waste of space human being who couldn't function in this world without people doing things for him. Maybe it was the straw that broke the camel's back, but he wasn't going to correct her on the fact. He wasn't going to say that he hadn't been talking about the letter, or anything else. The joke about not being able to deal with Kevin himself was just one thing too much and he couldn't switch of the anger. He felt so fucking alone in the world right now, maybe moreso than he had all along. Whatever way he looked, he felt like he couldn't get out of this awful life. Some days, he wondered how he was even still living. Now, there was Tanner, who was a reason that, for now, he had to keep living and the only way he could cope with any of this, with people who had piles of money at their disposal, was to focus on the toddler because everything else made him so angry and hurt. He was hurt, because he had enough of being made to feel useless and incapable. He made himself feel that way plenty when he had to give his son up for adoption. "How can you not understand why? I know the answer to that. Because you've never been left with absolutely nothing, not even your dignity and self-worth. You don't understand how completely mortifying and offensive it is to have people think that you're some sort of fucking charity case who you can just wave a magic wand - or a credit card - around and save everything. You don't understand, and you're incapable of being able to because your first reaction was to wonder why I wasn't just letting Kevin do it. That's why I'm angry, and that's why, right now, I'm sick of people who don't understand what I've been through trying to tell me how to suck eggs of my own life."