[ It’s automatic, pulling Quentin into a hug, making sure he’s snug, neatly tucked under Eliot’s chin. When Quentin’s settled (voluntarily or not), Eliot sighs again, relief, as he presses a kiss to Quentin’s forehead. ]
Stop overthinking things, Q. You’ll only hurt yourself.
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Stop overthinking things, Q. You’ll only hurt yourself.