[ Quentin can at least relate to that. The feeling of not knowing who you are--and maybe Eliot's doesn't come with the numbness that usually floods over him on those days where he doesn't know who he is and he can't be bothered to get up or eat and do nothing but sleep.
It's a crisis, small one, and Eliot likes to blow the little things up dramatically to hide the big ones skittering on the floor. He opens his mouth to speak, and while he doesn't think better of what he's going to say, he's slumping over the table to reach the other's glass. A silent toast. ]
Here, right now, you're my friend. Not a King, just you.
this is definitely why voicetesting is a thing thank god
It's a crisis, small one, and Eliot likes to blow the little things up dramatically to hide the big ones skittering on the floor. He opens his mouth to speak, and while he doesn't think better of what he's going to say, he's slumping over the table to reach the other's glass. A silent toast. ]
Here, right now, you're my friend. Not a King, just you.