Jadyn had nothing to fear from Quentin. Truly, she didn't. He would yell and fight with the best of them, but that wasn't what he was going to do right now. He was trying to piece together what happened, how she could have gotten to this point and he had no idea she was struggling. No idea she'd gone from sad to suicidal, and that hung like a lead weight in his stomach. It was right up there with how he felt any time he thought about Kevin dying, and he hated it.
"Bullshit." He didn't say the word loudly, but it was still there, and he wouldn't take it back. You can't help her if she doesn't want to be helped. He didn't know how to make it so he could get through to her. Quentin was crap in these sorts of situations and it wasn't like he wasn't aware of that, but still. Seeing her start to sob was just as bad. "Jadyn," he didn't touch her, but he did crouch next to her, hoping she'd look at him, something, anything to show she was listening. "I'll go if you want. But I'm still here for you, okay? No matter what. I need you to know that."