[ Eliot wonders if Quentin knows what he's doing right now. He thinks back on all the time they've spent together, even the memories from the entire life they lived together, and … Has Quentin ever been this obvious? No, he thinks. It's just Quentin being Quentin, which means he's just being oblivious, because that makes a lot more sense to him than Quentin purposely trying to get him a little hot and bothered.
Not that Quentin can't do that. Fifty years together and you learn just how to work a guy up when you want to.
But that was another life. And this is now. And Eliot here has (stupidly) pushed Quentin away so there's no reason to think at all that he'd have ulterior motives with his tongue and his lips. Eliot's never been lucky enough to get second chances. ]
Here -
[ Okay, it doesn't stop him from leaning over, reaching out a hand. He uses his thumb to brush away totally non-existent crumbs from the corner of Quentin's mouth. Just a little touch to remind him what he gave up, because Eliot Waugh is a glutton for punishment. ]
You know it's a good croissant by how flakey it is.
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Not that Quentin can't do that. Fifty years together and you learn just how to work a guy up when you want to.
But that was another life. And this is now. And Eliot here has (stupidly) pushed Quentin away so there's no reason to think at all that he'd have ulterior motives with his tongue and his lips. Eliot's never been lucky enough to get second chances. ]
Here -
[ Okay, it doesn't stop him from leaning over, reaching out a hand. He uses his thumb to brush away totally non-existent crumbs from the corner of Quentin's mouth. Just a little touch to remind him what he gave up, because Eliot Waugh is a glutton for punishment. ]
You know it's a good croissant by how flakey it is.