Quentin's back instantly straightened, and his jaw tightened. Anyone else he would have snapped right back, and he had to remind himself that this was Jadyn. And Jadyn's son was right there listening to him, and he knew Jade would kill him if he lost his shit right then and there. As it was, a few of the objects on the nearby shelf started to rattle; Quentin might be able to keep his mouth under control, but the telekinesis could be harder to manage sometimes.
"Your mom's right," he finally managed to say, "we'll open it in a bit, okay? Gonna talk with your mom first." And hopefully it wouldn't turn into a screaming match. Unlike his brother, Quentin did not have as good a control over what he said. Kevin always knew how to help Jadyn, how to calm her down. Quentin could only try, and hope for the best. Whatever happened, he did only have the best of intentions in coming here. Hopefully Jadyn would see that.
Once Cecil was in his room, Quentin brought his eyes back to Jadyn's and took a few deep breaths, willing the objects around him to stop moving. "For the record, if you wanted to be alone, next time just send me a text or something to tell me to fuck off and die or whatever. Flat out ignoring me? Doesn't get me to go away." He shook his head. "Hell, Jade, you scared me."