Quinn could see immediately that her attempted to pop his ego had the exact opposite effect. Not that she had any idea why her approval would have that effect. Quinn barely knew how and why she was feeling what she was most of the time. She had no concept of how someone else was feeling. It was far easier to just avoid figuring it all out. Which was why she dismounted the beam when she did. The choice allowed her to regain her bubble of personal space, even if the landing wasn’t so great.
Quinn wasn't concerned with the poor landing. She knew why it was bad. She hadn’t used the space she needed too and tried to throw a dismount she didn't have the momentum she needed. That’s what was bothering about the fall at the trials. She couldn't figure out the error.
"That’s the problem." She told him as she looked at him sitting on the beam. "I can’t fix it if I don’t know what happened. I twisted in the air enough that my foot landed halfway off the beam. Normally I would be able to catch it but I just couldn’t. I can’t figure out why my balance was so off." There were only two other people in the world she would talk this out with normally, her sister and her coach. "Like that bad landing right there. I know why that happened. I need to use the entire beam to land that right but I couldn't because you were standing there. But that fall. There is no reason for that fall. It was a simple skill." The rant exposed more than her focus. It exposed just how mad at herself she was and how every mistake was a failure in her eyes.
She sighed loudly to herself as she looked away from him. She picked up her water bottle. After a drink she turned back to him. "So is your athletic crush going to Rio?" she asked him, attempting to change the subject. Quinn still hadn't figured out who he was crushing on at Lia's party. For all she knew though he could have moved on to a new one by now.