[ He wonders if it would have turned out like this if Eliot had said sure when Quentin asked him the first time. If they'd have walked away from that quest together, hand in hand, if Alice would have found her way back into Quentin's life like this.
Eliot really has no one to blame but himself. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, isn't it, he doesn't think he can ever be happy so he never will be. He doesn't really think he deserves it.
But maybe he can try to fix it. He fixes Quentin with an earnest look, and his face makes a few pained expressions, like he's literally forcing himself to vomit up the words. ]
What's wrong with me? Why don't people - [ God, he doesn't want to talk about this. He feels suddenly like a teenager again, facing down a family and a school and a community that want nothing to do with him. ] - I can't keep being the guy that just sleeps with Alice's boyfriend. She's … She deserves better than me always fucking shit up for her. Just don't bang each other here, okay?
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Eliot really has no one to blame but himself. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, isn't it, he doesn't think he can ever be happy so he never will be. He doesn't really think he deserves it.
But maybe he can try to fix it. He fixes Quentin with an earnest look, and his face makes a few pained expressions, like he's literally forcing himself to vomit up the words. ]
What's wrong with me? Why don't people - [ God, he doesn't want to talk about this. He feels suddenly like a teenager again, facing down a family and a school and a community that want nothing to do with him. ] - I can't keep being the guy that just sleeps with Alice's boyfriend. She's … She deserves better than me always fucking shit up for her. Just don't bang each other here, okay?