Quentin's eyes fall shut in response to the kiss. Snaking his arms around Eliot's waist and leaning forward against him, fitting himself against Eliot's chest. He's not quite certain whether he's holding Eliot or whether he's holding himself against him, but he isn't certain it matters just now. Not when Eliot sounds so--
Tightening his arms around Eliot's waist, Quentin realizes a few things at once. The first being that he doesn't know whether Eliot means that he's missed him during the time that he was stuck in his head -- the time that he was the Monster -- or... Quentin swallows thickly, uncertain quite how to broach the subject of his death with Eliot himself. As far as he's concerned, it had only happened yesterday, but. If he's learned anything about magic and world-traveling, it's never as simple as that.
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Quentin's eyes fall shut in response to the kiss. Snaking his arms around Eliot's waist and leaning forward against him, fitting himself against Eliot's chest. He's not quite certain whether he's holding Eliot or whether he's holding himself against him, but he isn't certain it matters just now. Not when Eliot sounds so--
Tightening his arms around Eliot's waist, Quentin realizes a few things at once. The first being that he doesn't know whether Eliot means that he's missed him during the time that he was stuck in his head -- the time that he was the Monster -- or... Quentin swallows thickly, uncertain quite how to broach the subject of his death with Eliot himself. As far as he's concerned, it had only happened yesterday, but. If he's learned anything about magic and world-traveling, it's never as simple as that.
"I'm sorry, El," he says softly.