[Quentin starts, head snapping up to look a little lost and helplessly at Eliot. But it's like staring in to the sun, too painful and like he's about to cry if he looks for too long. The guilt reaching it's cold fingers up from inside of him to hook them in to his throat.
It's hard, so hard to even keep breathing, with Eliot looking... lost? Looking like he was hit upside the head with something huge and heartbreaking and. It's all Quentin' fault for always wanting. For still always running and being this person that he fucking hates, even with Eliot right in front of him.
Alive and breathing and so fucking amazing.] - not Alice's boyfriend.
I'm yours.
[Should he touch him? Slide over there and hold Eliot's hand? Indecision twists in Quentin's stomach and-]
I love you, Eliot, there's nothing-- there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. And--and this isn't even about banging. It's-- [Quentin flails his hands a little] I'll love you forever even if we never- bang again, it's not about-- [so, spit it out? What is it about? Quentin huffs, running out of words because-- what do you even say to this?] I just... I love Alice, too and I fell in love with you.
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[Quentin starts, head snapping up to look a little lost and helplessly at Eliot. But it's like staring in to the sun, too painful and like he's about to cry if he looks for too long. The guilt reaching it's cold fingers up from inside of him to hook them in to his throat.
It's hard, so hard to even keep breathing, with Eliot looking... lost? Looking like he was hit upside the head with something huge and heartbreaking and. It's all Quentin' fault for always wanting. For still always running and being this person that he fucking hates, even with Eliot right in front of him.
Alive and breathing and so fucking amazing.] - not Alice's boyfriend.
I'm yours.
[Should he touch him? Slide over there and hold Eliot's hand? Indecision twists in Quentin's stomach and-]
I love you, Eliot, there's nothing-- there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. And--and this isn't even about banging. It's-- [Quentin flails his hands a little] I'll love you forever even if we never- bang again, it's not about-- [so, spit it out? What is it about? Quentin huffs, running out of words because-- what do you even say to this?] I just... I love Alice, too and I fell in love with you.