Eliot's watched the smoke with interest, flicking his eyes between Quentin and the smoke with a confused expression. He looked up at Q,  taking the cigarette back and balancing it between his lips, his hands back on Quentin's hips. He squeezed the soft body there and pulled Q slightly closer, in a more intimate position. Just then the door burst open and Margo walked in, causing Eliot to jump slightly before looking over at her. He frowned, clearing his throat. He slid Quentin off of his lap and stood up, brushing the front of his pants to straighten them out.<br/><br/>"Margo, dear, what have we said about privacy?" He murmured, taking the cigarette from his mouth and dropping it in a cup of water near the door as he walked towards Margo. Whatever they had to handle, they might as well get it over with. He ran a hand through his messy locks and stepped around Margo and headed towards the stairs, all traces of vulnerability gone.<br/><br/>Eliot trotted down the stairs, stopping at the bottom and looking towards the common area, where he saw Julia sitting. He watched as she stood up, and he leaned against the banister.<br/><br/>____________<br/><br/>Julia stood when she saw Eliot and gave him a soft smile. "Hey, Eliot, it's been a minute. Where's Q?" She asked quietly, holding her hands together in front of her. She stepped towards Eliot and looked up the stairs for a sign of her (ex) best friend.<br/><br/>____________<br/><br/>Eliot raised an eyebrow. "He's upstairs with Margo. Why, what's happened?" He asked, stepping off of the last step and walking into the living room. He plopped down on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and stared up at her with interest as he waited for Margo and Quentin to come down the stairs.