[ Said absently, in an off-handed sort of way as Eliot moves through the kitchen and brushes his fingers along the back of Quentin's neck as he passes. They have the rooms for it. He's surprised they haven't done it already, but maybe there just hasn't been time between bullshit. They usually just recover in time for something new to happen, but they make it work.
They work well together.
They've always worked well together and they've always known it, even when they were acting like they didn't.
On the counter is an alcohol Eliot's distilling. He's experimenting with different things, different bases and magic additives and alcohol proofs. A pet project that's maybe more precise than people generally give him credit for. He takes a taste and exhales a long, weary sigh. ]
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[ Said absently, in an off-handed sort of way as Eliot moves through the kitchen and brushes his fingers along the back of Quentin's neck as he passes. They have the rooms for it. He's surprised they haven't done it already, but maybe there just hasn't been time between bullshit. They usually just recover in time for something new to happen, but they make it work.
They work well together.
They've always worked well together and they've always known it, even when they were acting like they didn't.
On the counter is an alcohol Eliot's distilling. He's experimenting with different things, different bases and magic additives and alcohol proofs. A pet project that's maybe more precise than people generally give him credit for. He takes a taste and exhales a long, weary sigh. ]
Well that tastes like shit.