Unless you want Midge to see Margo? Then, yeah. You should hide that one away somewhere.

[The cabin is nice. It looks nicer than Quentin's, and more lived in. There's something squirming in his stomach and Quentin just-- takes a second. To look at Eliot and really, regret coming here to hand the memory back.

If he hadn't?

Later. Tonight or tomorrow, when the newness of watching people's memories drop down from the sky fades. Once he gets a chance to catch his breath and (over)think things through-- Quentin will wonder about this. About Eliot's memory being about him in some way. The nervousness in Eliot's voice and the jerks of his hands. The many, many outfits. How he's seem something like this before.

Back in the cottage with Mike, and Eliot fretting so hard about outfits he even asked Quentin for help.

But that's for later, and now it for looking around the cabin carefully and trying to not look too hard at Eliot. To not notice how his hips swish when he turns or the soft curve of his mouth when he smiles.]

And hey, if you find one of mine... you know where I live. This looks nice.