I don't want to blow my dick off, no. How is that even--
[Quentin eyes the cigarette, and the way Eliot shapes his lips around it when he smokes. The curl of smoke that hides his face for a brief second, and he should probably look away.]
They could be anywhere. Another dimension. In Jersey. They could be invisible?
I don't know. I think if they were invisible, you'd still feel them on your body. And I'd probably be able to touch them. Like. They'd still … Be there, just unseen.
[ Just to see, because, really, who knows, Eliot sits up so he can grope Quentin's leg a bit. ]
[It's not quite a yelp, but it's also not not a yelp when Quentin flinches a little, before he rolls his eyes, turning to Eliot.
Jesus.]
Yeah, no. That's me. Eliot, no. I meant, maybe they flew off and turned invisible somewhere else. I know I'm not wearing them now, because nothing pinches or. Just. It's fine. I have a lap coat.
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[Quentin eyes the cigarette, and the way Eliot shapes his lips around it when he smokes. The curl of smoke that hides his face for a brief second, and he should probably look away.]
They could be anywhere. Another dimension. In Jersey. They could be invisible?
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[ Just to see, because, really, who knows, Eliot sits up so he can grope Quentin's leg a bit. ]
I don't feel cheap denim.
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Jesus.]
Yeah, no. That's me. Eliot, no. I meant, maybe they flew off and turned invisible somewhere else. I know I'm not wearing them now, because nothing pinches or. Just. It's fine. I have a lap coat.