[ Quentin takes that hint and runs with it--that's all he needs, to be nudged--and he's back to kissing Eliot again, trying to quiet his mind. He doesn't need to overthink the one thing that's made him happy in a very, very long time.
His touch is light, still in Eliot's hair, combing through the curls, bottle teetering on his knee from where he's only half-heartedly holding it. Let him drop it if things get too insane--who cares? The only thing he's focusing on is Eliot. ]
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His touch is light, still in Eliot's hair, combing through the curls, bottle teetering on his knee from where he's only half-heartedly holding it. Let him drop it if things get too insane--who cares? The only thing he's focusing on is Eliot. ]