[ He laughs, amused, almost letting the bottle fall but keeping it steady at the last moment. ]

Oh, Q, Margo doesn’t need to deal with the nightmare I face daily with these curls. Cleaning up your straight hair is a walk in the park for someone like me.

[ Eliot shrugs, laughing again as he offers the bottle back. Idly, he reaches up to runs his fingers through Quentin’s bangs, which have slipped free again from his best friend leaning over. ]

Must be so nice, having soft, straight hair like this.