[Quentin quirks a small smile, because--dude, this is a valid explanation. Margo once had to explain that her boyfriend was a fish with attachment issues and lycanthropy and for most of a semester, Quentin's girlfriend really had been in another world. They kept missing each other, going from earth to Fillory and back.

That's not counting the time he had to kill her, and she ended up living like a Shadeless Niffin in the tattoo on his back, constantly screaming in his head to let her go.

So. None of this sounds weird.]

I get that. I don't really talk about the ones I left behind either. I don't think any of us do.

[Except for Eliot, who Quentin had probably talked about too much, in his grief-and-wine soaked bender and wow, isn't that going to be a conversation to look forward to if Eliot ever finds out.

Quentin just shrugs and rakes his hair out of his face.]

What ever it was, it was nice. It looked nice.