Yeah, that's not actually better? But I'll take it. Just come join me once you're done packing.
[And once again, Quentin finds himself in the kitchen, staring blankly at the pot of water, waiting for it to boil, so he can make coffee to the no-longer-that-dead-Eliot.
no subject
[And once again, Quentin finds himself in the kitchen, staring blankly at the pot of water, waiting for it to boil, so he can make coffee to the no-longer-that-dead-Eliot.
Right.
This is just how death works, apparently.]