[Quentin flinches and then winces when the fist collides into his face. Dazed from the punch, he struggles to fight back while hissing insults at Evan under his breath. Nothing coherent though as he tries to swing the boot in the many Evan's directions.]
SON OF A BITCH! You'll pay for that!
[Without the distractions and with Quentin himself being momentarily distracted, Evan can probably sense some significant change behind his thoughts. If he tires to look behind the subconscious, perhaps he could see what Quentin was up to all this time.]
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SON OF A BITCH! You'll pay for that!
[Without the distractions and with Quentin himself being momentarily distracted, Evan can probably sense some significant change behind his thoughts. If he tires to look behind the subconscious, perhaps he could see what Quentin was up to all this time.]