[Hurt? During his heats? David can’t help the growl that bubbles up from him at that news. Yeah, some thing were already defaulting to instinct, but fuck if fully conscious David didn’t agree with the more primal reaction.

But he swears in that moment he will do all he can to not be like those others. And maybe to find out who they are and fuck with their finances. For karmic retribution. Hacking is a good hobby sometimes.

For now he steps forward, nervous, a hand coming up to touch one of Quentin’s arms.]

You’re an arrogant, self important, conceited asshole who seems to delight in pissing me off, just like every other male telekinetic I’ve ever known. Yes, I can hardly stand you. It would give me no end of pleasure to kick your ass in a fair fight of one kind or another some day.

But I’m also dead here without your help. And even before that, you’re a person, and the specific ways I can be an asshole still don’t keep me from taking care of people. So trust me, first time or not, I’ve got more years of experience in me than any alpha you’ve met, more reason to keep you safe and happy, and every reason not to make either of us miserable. So will you trust me?