<span style="font-family:Amaranth">"We've always been completely and brutally honest with each other. I don't ever want that to change between us, El.  We're both so screwed up, that we can't be with anyone else but each other. But when we're together, we bring out both the best and worst in each other. It's love, hate, friendship, sex, death, a twisted and tangled <br/>
mess that never seems to end. But it's what we are, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the fucking world. My life changed the day I met you. Both for better and <br/>
worse."<br/>
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"But I don't regret a Goddamn thing. When I'm with you, I feel hope, not hopeless. I feel like I actually matter. Like my life hasn't just been a waste of time." Quentin crossed the room to where Eliot was sitting, and dropped down beside the other man.  "You're not the only person that's broken, El. Why do you think that I spent all my life with my nose stuck in the Fillory books? My mother's dead, my father wasn't all that great when I was growing up, my former best friend and I aren't as good friend's as we used to be and she's off doing God knows what."<br/>
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"I don't have any brothers or sisters or anyone outside of you, and our friends. And the truth is, before I met all of you, I didn't even have that. I had Julia and that was it. And things between us haven't been that great in the last few years." He paused for a moment and then moved so that he now straddled his friend's lap. Their eyes were locked on each other and the brunette wanted to be perfectly clear with his next words. "I don't see you as broken. I see you as someone who doesn't trust yourself or the world, enough to live your life in a way that would make you happy."<br/>
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"I don't want to fix you. I love you, Eliot. I love you as a friend, and I love you as more. And you're right, I try to fix things. But some things can't or shouldn't be fixed." Quentin lifted his hands to gently cup the other man's face, as he continued to straddle his friend's lap. "You're one that shouldn't be fixed. I don't need you to be perfect. <br/>
I just need you to be yourself. Your true self. I need you to love yourself. Accept yourself, even if that means you're a flaming queen. Accept it. Embrace it. Love it, because it's who you are."<br/>
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"If you can't do that, then no matter how much you love someone, things aren't going to work out. I know you feel like you don't deserve to be happy, or some bullshit like that, but I don't agree. Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me." After he spoke, the brunette leaned in, lowered his head and pressed his lips against Eliot's in a gentle kiss.</span>