"Don't. Please," he mumbles, and feels almost immediately guilty for saying it. But no matter how much Jedao means it as praise it still feels like justification for Quentin, and he doesn't want to hear it.

"I don't-" He shakes his head a little, rocking it against Jedao's leg. "Nothing. Shouldn't have said anything at all." Because he doesn't feel any better for it, and now he's dumped it all on Jedao as well. He wraps his arms around himself, holding tight to keep from reaching for Jedao... he misses being held so much.