Mm. Sometimes I forget exactly how nerdy you are, but for whatever reason, it only seems to endear you more to me.

[ It’s said mostly to himself, but. It’s also a compliment. In that Eliot sort of way, anyway. ]

Maybe you can take me tomorrow. If you’ve time.

[ Everything flows differently here. A month could be a day, an hour, or even a second on Earth. It’s not set in stone, as he’s learned from Margo’s visits. Maybe The Beast is coming soon on Earth, but for Eliot, it could be years. Years where he might not see Quentin again. ]

But I really think you should sleep if you’re not going to drink with me. I doubt they’d like for me to send you back as one of the living dead.