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"We'll see if you survive that long, kid," Q spat in a hushed tone, quickening his pace to Isiah and the other boy, Tsurai.

Once the frenchman reached the 'camp', he simply stood and watched, waiting for the boy to leave. When he did, Q sat down near to Isiah, leaning his forearms on his risen knees with a short grunt.
Now he really didn't trust the stranger kid. He wanted to move forward and eat, but he also wanted to make sure Isiah's s**t was safe, even if it was simply to spite the boy.

As hours passed, Q's imagination waned to dangerous places, and eventually he found himself grabbing at his pants in hopes to wane his frustration. After about an hour of no luck, he began to simply pace around the other two males, trying not to look at them, groaning every now and again, antagonized by the fact that his urges would not secede. Q needed to get laid. Badly.

Q stopped, looking at Isiah, as if surprised he'd gotten up at all. Truth be told, Q was surprised- he had thought Isiah would be sleeping a lot heavier.

"... You're a light sleeper," Q grumbled, walking toward Isiah so he too could keep his voice down.
He sat down next to the man, his forearms on his knees.
"Kid's gone. Should've let you beat him," he said with a tsk.
Then he went straight into his problem.
He didn't know why Isiah was suddenly someone to confide in. Especially when he probably had a fever.

"I need to get laid, that's what's wrong," he grumbled, ruffling the back of his hair with his left hand. "Stupid kid..."

Q groaned.
"He was sixteen, and shut up. I know. I've never done anything to anybody that wasn't legal."

He narrowed his eyes at Isiah. "It's not any different from just being gay," he shot back, in a hushed tone. "I didn't chose this."

"You're wrong. I chose this just as much as I chose to like the taste of meat or cheese." He snarled to Isiah, defensive, but not wanting to get an actual fight over it.

It was an age old argument, one of the underlying reasons he was that much closer to being dropped from the agency. It wasn't as if Q was secretive about his bringing boys back to the hotel, which often times he and his agent shared.

"And if I had wanted Tsurai I would've done him already. With or without your boot up my damn a**. I've had worse." He pointed to his face, which had a scar across the bridge of his nose. Though, he guessed Isiah couldn't see it. Meh, maybe the man had noticed it in the vault. Regardless, it was the byproduct of Q's particular orientation.

Q was interested in Tsurai-- but purely for eye candy, really. Q turned his head to look at the kid, who thankfully was still sleeping.
Something wasn't right in ******** a kid with mental problems like his, so Q kept away for the time being.

He turned back to Isiah, hands on his knees again.
"Listen, I know you don't like me, and it was stupid of me to try and put on that act before. If you don't absolutely hate my guts I'd like to try and travel with you."

Not the best of timing, but it needed to come out sooner or later.
"I can't keep doing this travel behind s**t."

"That may be true but you're not blind. Your eyes adjust." Q put his hand on the ground and pushed himself back up, dusting himself off.
"Doesn't seem like traveling in the day has done you much good anyway. You seemed sick earlier."

He shifted his weight, looking around, though he wasn't really sure what for. Part of him wanted to track that other kid, to see where he went. Certainly he'd know where some food was, otherwise he wouldn't have given up so easily.

Q looked back to Isiah, quirking a brow, awaiting a response about the man's health. Q wanted to ask for some food, but wasn't sure right now was the best time. He'd wait a few minutes. It wasn't like he hadn't already survived the past 10+ hours without it.

Q gave a tch. "If you're sure you're fine, then."

After a short pause, he turned to where the boy had run off to. "I'm going to go look for something to eat again."

Q turned right back around and pointed at Isiah.
"Listen ********, I never insulted you for being a f**, and I don't need any comments from the damn peanut gallery. I haven't eaten or drank anything since last night and it looks to me like I'm in better shape than you so I'd cut the crap if I were you."

He really was going to look for food, that was really the only reason he became so defensive over it.