[ Eliot hums at that, not really answering, a slight shrug being the only real answer.
Quentin leans in and Eliot’s hands automatically cup the rest of the hair dangling, gently bringing it back to tuck behind Quentin’s ear. Neatly replaced, his hand remains, fingers threaded through Quentin’s locks and thumb pressed lightly to the corner of Quentin’s jaw. Even confused, Q always has the slightest smile ready to slip free, and Eliot can’t help but smile back. ]
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Quentin leans in and Eliot’s hands automatically cup the rest of the hair dangling, gently bringing it back to tuck behind Quentin’s ear. Neatly replaced, his hand remains, fingers threaded through Quentin’s locks and thumb pressed lightly to the corner of Quentin’s jaw. Even confused, Q always has the slightest smile ready to slip free, and Eliot can’t help but smile back. ]
There’s no one else like you, you know.