Eliot tossed back the last of the beer from the bottle, setting it down on the floor in front of him when Quentin handed him the blunt. He took it from Q with his long, slender fingers, and lifted to his lips to take a puff. He inhaled deeply, getting as much smoke in his lungs as he could, holding his breath for about five seconds, before blowing the grey smoke into the air, where it raised to join the rest of the smoke they had exhaled that day. Marijuana wasn't usually his thing, a child's drug, he would say, but after the lifetime they had endured in Fillory still fresh on his mind, he would take any high he could get, and unfortunately, Todd had raided the Physical cottage's liquor supply for the party he'd thrown and hadn't yet refilled it.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked up to Quentin's face, a tired, wary look in them as he leaned back against the side of Q's bed. He took another hit before Quentin took the blunt, then leaned his head back against the soft comforter and closed his eyes, wincing slightly at his question. He had hoped that Quentin wouldn't mention his dying declaration, or better yet, forget it. But he should have known, the awkward air that lingered between them was far too thick to be caused by anything but Eliot's sentiment.<br/><br/>When Quentin told him that, Eliot finally opened his eyes and looked over at the man, reaching up to push his own black curls from his face. "You really think I can do that? You think I'm the type to declare my feelings of love in some Broadshow musical type of way? You want me to serenade you, or just pull my dick out? I know I'm gay, but I'm not that gay, Q," He gave Quentin a tight smile and reached down to pat his pockets, looking for his pack of cigarettes. He wasn't high enough to be having this sort of conversation, especially not with Quentin, who, as much as he hated to admit it, he was completely in love with. Maybe that's what happens when you spend you entire lifetime with a person, you eventually fall in love. Who knows. He finally found his cigarettes, and lifted one to his lips, pulling a lighter from the pack and lighting it quickly.