<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Quentin didn't know what to do or think after everything that had happened while they were in Old Fillory. He and Eliot had finally returned to Brakebills, and now the two of them were seated on the floor in his room, passing a bottle of beer and a joint back and forth between them. The last words that had passed between them had been Eliot's declaration of love before the other man had died in Old Fillory. And now the words hung between them. "That was some weird shit," He mumbled under his breath and took a hit off the joint once, twice, and then handed it back to the other man.<br/>
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The brunet fell silent for a few moments, and then took a long swig from the bottle of beer, before he set it down and turned to his friend. "El, did you mean what you said in Old Fillory? Or did you just get caught up in the moment like you do sometimes?" He hadn't known what to think about the other man's words. Sure, they were good friends, and sure, they had slept together. But he wasn't expecting just how deep Eliot's feelings for him were. He was even more surprised to find that he returned his friend's feelings. A few moments later, he reached over, took the joint and put it out.<br/>
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Then, he grabbed grabbed the empty bottle of beer and tossed it in the trash. "Tell me what you want, El.. Don't hide behind some bullshit facade to protect yourself. Be honest, raw and real with me. Right here and right now. And I'll do the same." Their eyes were locked on each other's and he tried to guess what the other man would say, but there was no possible way he could. "After all the shit we've been through, you can trust me. I hope you know that." The words were spoken softly, seriously. And as he spoke them, his eyes never left Eliot's. "I trust you, El... I love you, and I never thought it was possible."</span></span>