Quentin was still a little hard about it when he arrived home -- three edges and then friction from a lot of walking will do that to you. But it didn't take him the full half hour, at least, before he was in the door, taking off his bag and jacket. He'd acquired a plastic bag for his gloves and mask, just in case, so he put them in, then put the whole thing in his satchel. Feeling relatively safe from getting dosed or dosing Hope, only then did he take his boots off and head upstairs.

"Hey," he said at the door to her room, and felt the urge to kneel right here for her. Like he shouldn't stand in her presence. That was maybe a little intense, so he tried to split the difference a little, coming to the edge of the bed before he knelt. "I'm home," he observed astutely.