[Mostly just because he has no idea what that is. This was just-- normal, surrounding-yourself-with-the-clothes-of-your-dead-lover-to-smell-them kind of mourning.
Hand on the door-frame and Quentin just looks at the pile of slept-on clothes. Not at Eliot.]
It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Just grab what you want and I'll take care of the rest.
[Maybe by sewing it in to some sad kind of body-pillow. Maybe he was Fillorian mourning after all. Everything was kind of weird in Fillory.]
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[Mostly just because he has no idea what that is. This was just-- normal, surrounding-yourself-with-the-clothes-of-your-dead-lover-to-smell-them kind of mourning.
Hand on the door-frame and Quentin just looks at the pile of slept-on clothes. Not at Eliot.]
It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Just grab what you want and I'll take care of the rest.
[Maybe by sewing it in to some sad kind of body-pillow. Maybe he was Fillorian mourning after all. Everything was kind of weird in Fillory.]