[Look, as far as Gregory is concerned, even thirty feels ancient. You may as well already have one foot in the grave at that point. His own age being nebulous though it is, Quentin probably has the right of it- he can't be much older than 12 at least, so his behavior is about what you'd expect from a kid not quite a teen, but not quite a toddler either.
He seems to really believe what he's saying to be actual fact though, which explains why his scowl only deepens when he realizes that Quentin is patronizing him. He doesn't interrupt though, choosing instead to keep listening...only for that scowl to swiftly shift into genuine confusion because what on earth is this man going on about? Legion? Spider-Man?
Gregory watches Quentin as he continues like the man's grown a second head, and though he's putting up a decent front of not being phased or scared of anything...he does take a short step back when Quentin suggests the idea that they're not as alone in here as they think they are. It's telling, then, the way Gregory's eyes immediately flicker down to the robots- which have been harmless enough to them so far- as if he's expecting one to take that as its cue to jump up and attack both of them.
Despite the way he can feel his heart in his throat, Gregory looks back up at Quentin with the best deadpan he can muster...but it's marred by the fact that there's definitely doubt glinting behind his eyes now.]
What are you even talking about? None of that makes any sense.
[The stuff Quentin was talking about before, he means. The Spider-Man thing. He wonders if that's something he made up to try to scare him. Superheroes of course exist as a concept given that Gregory is from some semblance of a normal earth (just one with a history rife with haunted pizzareas and dead children), but Quentin having not led with that just leaves Gregory confused.
But the rest of that...he's grimly familiar with as he keeps his arms folded, his hands adopting a tighter grip now on his own upper arms.]
If...if they were, they woulda' come after us by now. They're not sneaky, they'd have no reason to hide.
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He seems to really believe what he's saying to be actual fact though, which explains why his scowl only deepens when he realizes that Quentin is patronizing him. He doesn't interrupt though, choosing instead to keep listening...only for that scowl to swiftly shift into genuine confusion because what on earth is this man going on about? Legion? Spider-Man?
Gregory watches Quentin as he continues like the man's grown a second head, and though he's putting up a decent front of not being phased or scared of anything...he does take a short step back when Quentin suggests the idea that they're not as alone in here as they think they are. It's telling, then, the way Gregory's eyes immediately flicker down to the robots- which have been harmless enough to them so far- as if he's expecting one to take that as its cue to jump up and attack both of them.
Despite the way he can feel his heart in his throat, Gregory looks back up at Quentin with the best deadpan he can muster...but it's marred by the fact that there's definitely doubt glinting behind his eyes now.]
What are you even talking about? None of that makes any sense.
[The stuff Quentin was talking about before, he means. The Spider-Man thing. He wonders if that's something he made up to try to scare him. Superheroes of course exist as a concept given that Gregory is from some semblance of a normal earth (just one with a history rife with haunted pizzareas and dead children), but Quentin having not led with that just leaves Gregory confused.
But the rest of that...he's grimly familiar with as he keeps his arms folded, his hands adopting a tighter grip now on his own upper arms.]
If...if they were, they woulda' come after us by now. They're not sneaky, they'd have no reason to hide.