[ That sobers Eliot somewhat, for even as drunk as he’s already starting to get because he’s had a lot for a normal person by this point. He’s only not out of his head because he’s not a normal person, of course.
His thumb traces along the edge of Quentin’s jaw toward his chin, a small frown forming. ]
no subject
His thumb traces along the edge of Quentin’s jaw toward his chin, a small frown forming. ]
There really aren’t.
You’re the one that’s here, aren’t you?