[ He's about to open his mouth to say something, and to his credit he does get a vague hum out of his mouth before Eliot speaks. The other's his voice it's usual lackadaisical tone: 'You're fine,' he says, like it's the most natural thing in the world to be curled up behind Quentin. It is. Quentin clears his throat. ]
You don't have to. Eliot's here, though. Obviously. Uh--so--what happened? Cliffnotes?
[ It doesn't really register he's asking something a little more private at the moment. That's not an exhaustion-mixed-with-depression decision, either, it just doesn't occur to him that Ben might not want to share with another person in the room. ]
godmoding w eliot-mun's permission ofc
You don't have to. Eliot's here, though. Obviously. Uh--so--what happened? Cliffnotes?
[ It doesn't really register he's asking something a little more private at the moment. That's not an exhaustion-mixed-with-depression decision, either, it just doesn't occur to him that Ben might not want to share with another person in the room. ]