No, okay, he was grown up now. Quentin was serious. There weren't any games, no "Mayor Fatass", no saying he eats babies, shit, he wasn't even intruding. He honest to god did sound happy to hear him.
It was different. Mitch didn't know what to do with it. Maybe in all of this trouble, in all the strife, imports came together without him. Maybe they didn't need him. Which was honestly better, anyway. He shouldn't be out there, too easy of a target. They couldn't shut him off, of course, he'd never found a way to actually shut off his powers other than weed, and nobody needed to know that one. One of his many secrets.
"Well, that was kind of the point of going undercover, you know. I was too public, my face too easily recognized, you know. I couldn't exactly write books under a pseudonym without going the whole nine yards."
He paused, and then shifted forward. "Do you need help?"
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No, okay, he was grown up now. Quentin was serious. There weren't any games, no "Mayor Fatass", no saying he eats babies, shit, he wasn't even intruding. He honest to god did sound happy to hear him.
It was different. Mitch didn't know what to do with it. Maybe in all of this trouble, in all the strife, imports came together without him. Maybe they didn't need him. Which was honestly better, anyway. He shouldn't be out there, too easy of a target. They couldn't shut him off, of course, he'd never found a way to actually shut off his powers other than weed, and nobody needed to know that one. One of his many secrets.
"Well, that was kind of the point of going undercover, you know. I was too public, my face too easily recognized, you know. I couldn't exactly write books under a pseudonym without going the whole nine yards."
He paused, and then shifted forward. "Do you need help?"