[Quentin pulls back from the hug enough to look at Eliot, the dark circles under his eyes and the tense way he holds his shoulders, not even looking at Quentin. And Eliot always looks at Quentin. It's unsettling and Quentin blinks, frowning.]
Wait? What? No, that's not. Eliot, that's not it. You're-- you're already everything to me? You don't have to be-- what, better? I don't even know what that means, because you're the best. You're-- you. And I'm-- [Quietly and almost a whisper as he looks away, lips trembling.]
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[Quentin pulls back from the hug enough to look at Eliot, the dark circles under his eyes and the tense way he holds his shoulders, not even looking at Quentin. And Eliot always looks at Quentin. It's unsettling and Quentin blinks, frowning.]
Wait? What? No, that's not. Eliot, that's not it. You're-- you're already everything to me? You don't have to be-- what, better? I don't even know what that means, because you're the best. You're-- you. And I'm-- [Quietly and almost a whisper as he looks away, lips trembling.]
Falling apart?