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He nodded too -- it was something to actually look forward to.  Hopefully at some point, with the greatest of drama-mongers gone, Quixote would be able to unwind.  Then again, Raven didn't really seem to mind him fussing over her -- not that she was currently in a state where she could complain too loudly.  Chances were it would have become an issue way before this anyway.  And Colt's thought was totally right -- he was so wrapped up in all of this that he'd probably have a hard time seeing any other subject.

He definitely needed to learn to ask for help, though.  It was not his forte, and probably part of the reason Quixote mentally shredded himself whenever something went wrong -- his likes and dislikes weren't exactly too compatible with each other, let alone a healthy mental state.  But hey, a friend's reassurance did help take the edge off.  Yeah, will do.  Just no stirring up too much other trouble in the meantime, right?  Though Quixote smirked at that, it wasn't as strong or as snarky of an expression as it would have been otherwise.  How long before he became himself again?