I'm here. I'm here, Q. [ whispers and promises squeezed between kisses. quentin still seems so lost, even though he's right here, and the only thing eliot knows is that he will always be whatever quentin asks. ] I won't go. Never. I love you.
[ his words are certain, even if gentle. his hand brushes back against quentin's neck, thumb tracing against his jaw. there's a struggle in quentin's voice, and eliot wants nothing more than to soothe him. ]
Breathe. I'm with you. [ he lets their brows meet. ] I'm right here. Focus. Focus on me.
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[ his words are certain, even if gentle. his hand brushes back against quentin's neck, thumb tracing against his jaw. there's a struggle in quentin's voice, and eliot wants nothing more than to soothe him. ]
Breathe. I'm with you. [ he lets their brows meet. ] I'm right here. Focus. Focus on me.