Yeah, right. Sure. Uh huh, so. I'll just let you do this thing and when you're done. I'll be in the kitchen.

[Maybe it will be easier, without all the reminder of Eliot around? Maybe it'll feel less like getting his heart ripped out every time he comes back here, when there's no pile of clothes to dive in to and no vests to stare longingly at.

Yeah, right.

Friends. Best friends. Quentin's got this.]

Maybe you can see if there's room at the Inn?

[He calls up the stairs.]