[ He can’t help himself whenever Quentin uses that voice. It’s magnetic, built into Eliot in a way he can no longer detach. He looks, and it’s his downfall. He could never leave Quentin when he wants help. He can be cruel and horrid, but he isn’t a monster.
Still, it’s so impossibly hard to breathe. ]
Me either. [ It’s defeat, because that’s what it is. Quentin doesn’t really want him there. Just Alice. But in lieu of Alice being dead, this is the only alternative.
It’s sickening. He was to purge his stomach. ]
I’m not here at your convenience, Q. Fillory took me when no one else wanted me.
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Still, it’s so impossibly hard to breathe. ]
Me either. [ It’s defeat, because that’s what it is. Quentin doesn’t really want him there. Just Alice. But in lieu of Alice being dead, this is the only alternative.
It’s sickening. He was to purge his stomach. ]
I’m not here at your convenience, Q. Fillory took me when no one else wanted me.