[ Alright, fair, but Quentin's muddled frown has nothing to do with the fact that he's noticing anything's wrong. It's literally just his thinking face, peering pensively over the cup and inhaling sharply. ]

Honestly? Immediately after, I barely remembered a thing.

[ But he'd be lying if he said he didn't revisit it from time to time, usually when he doesn't want to. Not because the act in and of itself wasn't good--hell, he learned a lot--just because it immediately feeds into Alice being upset with him, and now...

Well. Alice isn't here anymore.

Quentin's muddled frown is a little frownier, less thoughtful before he pulls himself out of it and actually makes eye contact with Eliot. ]

Pieces were easier to fit into place when I wasn't monumentally hungover with emotions.

[ And he's back to staring at his cup. ]