And to think, with all that had happened to Quentin in the last few days, booze was starting to look like a damn good option. He knew Roxy would freak out on him for it, so maybe he'd pick himself up a six pack on the way home or something, he hadn't decided yet. He'd spent most of the night before with Calista, still shaken up over the fact that he'd seen the ghost of his dead brother in his apartment. Knowing he had a ghost was one thing, but being able to see for himself that it was Kevin? Quentin believed his reaction was completely and entirely appropriate.
Getting out the apartment was definitely needed. He hadn't told Renee yet what he'd seen, because he knew that, if his telekinesis was a taboo subject between them, then he suspected the fact that his girlfriend was a medium and Kevin was a ghost wasn't going to go over well, either. He arrived just before Roxy, and he couldn't lie, she didn't seem to be doing so well either. Quentin gave her a hug back, rolling his eyes as she fixed his hair. What? He liked it messy! "You know, I think I can handle that," he said. "And I'm - well. That's complicated. Let's start with you." Because seriously, he'd never seen Roxy look that tired before.