Quentin would feel guilty if he saw them and was glad, so very glad, but a part of him wanted it. He needed to see Julia most of all; he was worried about her. She lost magic and historically that had gone poorly for her, and beyond that, she gave up being a goddess for all of them. He wished there was a way just to tell her he was okay, somewhere. The two of them were two parts of the same whole, and when they were together everything made sense. They didn't get to talk about her own possession or all the things he put off to talk to her about later. She didn't know about Eliot or Teddy. God, he should have told her about Teddy.
One of the first things Quentin got for both of them was a set of gloves each, to help avoid other people's feelings spreading onto them or vice versa. But that wasn't going top stop them from kissing or staying close like now. He tried to shield Eliot as much as possible, but he also found some solace in knowing that Eliot understood his issues enough not to be shocked to feel constant anxiety or underlining dark depression. That was the value in being in love with his best friend.
"We'll learn it. Soon we'll be arguing over who the better band is and who is the cutest singer." Quentin grinned. "My second place winner would be either of the twins Lucy and Landon." They were one of the first groups and were intriguing. He liked their sad song about heartbreak and this Mia woman. "My first choice would be you, obviously. You should be up there. I'll be your top groupie." Quentin loved the sound of Eliot's voice. It'd been awhile since he heard him sing.
He shivered at the kiss on his neck and ruffled fingers through Eliot's shorter hair. "We're a much better couple than Peeta and Katniss. We'd win that shit."
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One of the first things Quentin got for both of them was a set of gloves each, to help avoid other people's feelings spreading onto them or vice versa. But that wasn't going top stop them from kissing or staying close like now. He tried to shield Eliot as much as possible, but he also found some solace in knowing that Eliot understood his issues enough not to be shocked to feel constant anxiety or underlining dark depression. That was the value in being in love with his best friend.
"We'll learn it. Soon we'll be arguing over who the better band is and who is the cutest singer." Quentin grinned. "My second place winner would be either of the twins Lucy and Landon." They were one of the first groups and were intriguing. He liked their sad song about heartbreak and this Mia woman. "My first choice would be you, obviously. You should be up there. I'll be your top groupie." Quentin loved the sound of Eliot's voice. It'd been awhile since he heard him sing.
He shivered at the kiss on his neck and ruffled fingers through Eliot's shorter hair. "We're a much better couple than Peeta and Katniss. We'd win that shit."