[In retrospect, once Quentin could push past the pain of rejection, he saw fairly clearly why Eliot backpedaled away from him. At the time, all of Eliot's words were excellent at stabbing him repeatedly, pulling on his insecurities perfectly, but he also should have known better. They've always shared talent for self-hate and low self-worth. But he's longed for a love that he can rely on his entire life, so of course he couldn't let it go either.
The closer they are, the more at ease he feels. There's clarity in being able to feel what the other person does. He takes in Eliot's grief and his worry grows, only wanting to soothe it better. He's flushed from the kiss and nods to the apology, still staying close, his arms moving around Eliot's neck.]
Look at me.
[Quentin locks eyes with him. A little fear swirls around him, but he can be so very sure when it comes to these things.]
I'm in love with you. [The in love part is essential, since they both know they love one another, in a general way, but this is specific to romance.] And if you try to push me away again, I am going to be super pissed off.
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The closer they are, the more at ease he feels. There's clarity in being able to feel what the other person does. He takes in Eliot's grief and his worry grows, only wanting to soothe it better. He's flushed from the kiss and nods to the apology, still staying close, his arms moving around Eliot's neck.]
Look at me.
[Quentin locks eyes with him. A little fear swirls around him, but he can be so very sure when it comes to these things.]
I'm in love with you. [The in love part is essential, since they both know they love one another, in a general way, but this is specific to romance.] And if you try to push me away again, I am going to be super pissed off.