Uh? The torch? The sheets?

[Quentin places a small kiss on top of Eliot's head.] Yeah? No? It's not that I need to, but he's probably waiting and maybe he wants the bow? Or, uh, something? I can't really let him wait out there without telling him that I'm staying.

[It's rude, and Peter had been trying to help. Mentioning that he wasn't going to risk his life, or Peter's, seems like the least he could do.]