[What Quentin wants to do, is bully Eliot on to his side so Quentin can spoon him. Can wrap himself around him like a second blanket and not think about anything else for while, with his face resting between Eliot's shoulder blades. Just feeling him breathe against him for a little while.
But.
Eliot is still not... he's hurting, in more ways than one probably, but it's the physical pain that stops Quentin from just turning over. That makes him stay quiet and still, with Eliot's mouth in his hair, causing goose bumps to pebble Quentin's arms on every slow exhale.]
... good morning?
[So many things he's never had a chance to say. So many things he wants Eliot to know and this is what comes out of his mouth. Quentin groans.}
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But.
Eliot is still not... he's hurting, in more ways than one probably, but it's the physical pain that stops Quentin from just turning over. That makes him stay quiet and still, with Eliot's mouth in his hair, causing goose bumps to pebble Quentin's arms on every slow exhale.]
... good morning?
[So many things he's never had a chance to say. So many things he wants Eliot to know and this is what comes out of his mouth. Quentin groans.}