[ Eliot's eyelids flutter anticipating that Quentin will kiss him again, but when he realizes Q is too scared to, he simply smiles softly, thumb rubbing the side of his neck affectionately, trying to coax him the rest of the way there (he'll have to since Eliot is lying back, and he doesn't plan on pulling down on Quentin's neck to try and close the gap).
For now, there's no rush though. They have time. Even in the mess of everything they still have to deal with, there's time right here and now, and it's their's, even if nothing more happens.
Even just the one means the world to Eliot in a way he doesn't dare attempt to give words. ]
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For now, there's no rush though. They have time. Even in the mess of everything they still have to deal with, there's time right here and now, and it's their's, even if nothing more happens.
Even just the one means the world to Eliot in a way he doesn't dare attempt to give words. ]