[Quentin says quietly, hands coming up to mirror Eliot's hold, resting against his neck and the line of his jaw.]
Or, this-- listen, maybe? Maybe you didn't get kicked out of Fillory, but someone just made a portal and it pulled you here. You don't remember dying? So-- so maybe you didn't? Maybe you were kidnapped.
[It's a slim maybe, almost non-existent and without any proof at all to back it up, but it's still a sliver of hope and Quentin is going to hang on to that, and not touch on that 'but...?'.]
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[Quentin says quietly, hands coming up to mirror Eliot's hold, resting against his neck and the line of his jaw.]
Or, this-- listen, maybe? Maybe you didn't get kicked out of Fillory, but someone just made a portal and it pulled you here. You don't remember dying? So-- so maybe you didn't? Maybe you were kidnapped.
[It's a slim maybe, almost non-existent and without any proof at all to back it up, but it's still a sliver of hope and Quentin is going to hang on to that, and not touch on that 'but...?'.]