Quinn shrank a bit, worried that he had overstepped. "Oh. Sorry..." he said, starting to pick at the ground. He nodded at her next question. "Well, yeah. Not too many people walk around wearing gloves. I think they suit you, though," he said, hoping that would make up for prying.

Quinn sat in silence for a beat, thinking. Aboli was older than he was, so she probably had some experience with fighting with friends. "Er... Aboli... when you're mad at a friend, do you always wait for them to figure out what they did wrong? Because, you know... what if they... don't..?"