[ It's everything to worry about. Quentin remembers how alone he's always felt, even in the presence of other people. Is that Eliot, too? Has it always been? How does he hide it so well?
He has to stop thinking. In general, but about the situation, about others... Can't he just get shitfaced like he used to? He huffs, bangs finding their way into his face one more. He can't shake it. Alice always had the ability to have her hair in her face and never fuck up--why can't he?
They lapse into silence, and Quentin at least feels like it's the comfortable kind, like a warm blanket. It's nice. Eliot's company is nice. ]
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He has to stop thinking. In general, but about the situation, about others... Can't he just get shitfaced like he used to? He huffs, bangs finding their way into his face one more. He can't shake it. Alice always had the ability to have her hair in her face and never fuck up--why can't he?
They lapse into silence, and Quentin at least feels like it's the comfortable kind, like a warm blanket. It's nice. Eliot's company is nice. ]
So. Fen alright?