[ Quentin appreciates the squeeze and the grounding. Normally he would already be panicking about making her a part of any of this, it's not exactly the type of thing he likes people knowing about him, but he's still so deep into his own head and paranoia. He sucks in a breath and lets it out.]

Why would I make you up on top of the magic and Fillory? Why would I imagine what happened there and then make up this new world?

[ He's saying that out loud, so his logical mind can hear it and understand ... he wouldn't. Magic and Fillory made him plenty special. He wouldn't then lose his magic and end up in their situation. A good delusion is something you want. He pulls away from her only to get into the chair at the table and sit more properly, running fingers through his longer hair. ]

Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. I hope this isn't real.

[ Now he's getting to the embarrassment, rubbing his hands over his face. ]

I was ... put into a hallucination spell once. It stuck me in this place and I thought everything I experienced was made up.