[ It’s not fine. Actually, it’s especially never fine whenever Quentin actually says something is fine. That’s like believing a drug addict means it when he says it’s the last time. Taking a deep breath and sighing, Eliot realizes that, once again, he needs to be the bigger man in this.
He turns on his heel to face Quentin again and holds out his hand. ]
Quentin. Come here. [ Soft and gentle. He’s had to use this voice plenty of times in bed, but it’s definitely situations like this that taught him how to use it to begin with. ]
no subject
He turns on his heel to face Quentin again and holds out his hand. ]
Quentin. Come here. [ Soft and gentle. He’s had to use this voice plenty of times in bed, but it’s definitely situations like this that taught him how to use it to begin with. ]