[ he's got his eye on quentin the whole time, knowing better than to let his friend's emotions fall to chance when it will cut open wounds, presses him into that place of volatility he doesn't really like but always seems to find himself in. eliot can't help remembering that first day he opened up to q. 'just help me live with myself.' of course he wished he could have told quentin that it gets better. of all the people who held the weight so close to their heart, quentin needed it likely even more than eliot needed it himself. but the world is just fucked up, and for even as much as quentin later came to feel some disdain toward fillory for being anything but the soft welcoming world he'd fantasized about, eliot knew fillory was no crueler than earth. which made it all the more disappointing for someone like q.
he gathers his own supplies as well, quickly so as to keep his focus on q as much as possible. when they sit, eliot sits opposite, his components parallel so quentin can just as easily borrow from what eliot's taken for them. he can't manage any words and instead nods when q invites him to make one of his own. but he doesn't know what to do, instead staring at the page and unclear of what should follow.
he makes the craft instead, debating what name to write at the end, and when q gets up to set out his boat, eliot stops to go with him, a shadow even insomuch as theirs are muted in the lack of light. at the gasp, eliot reaches out, hand to the small of quentin's back, drawing q in closer because he suddenly seems so far away. ]
I know, Q. [ he presses a kiss to quentin's temple. ] I know.
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he gathers his own supplies as well, quickly so as to keep his focus on q as much as possible. when they sit, eliot sits opposite, his components parallel so quentin can just as easily borrow from what eliot's taken for them. he can't manage any words and instead nods when q invites him to make one of his own. but he doesn't know what to do, instead staring at the page and unclear of what should follow.
he makes the craft instead, debating what name to write at the end, and when q gets up to set out his boat, eliot stops to go with him, a shadow even insomuch as theirs are muted in the lack of light. at the gasp, eliot reaches out, hand to the small of quentin's back, drawing q in closer because he suddenly seems so far away. ]
I know, Q. [ he presses a kiss to quentin's temple. ] I know.