@cuethefool (Chuckles, appreciatively roaming his eyes over Q's perfectly pink cheeks.) I know. (His voice is smooth and confident as he shifts to admire himself.)
@cuethefool Hello. (He rises a brow as the pad of his thumb barely grazes Quentin's bottom lip. The whole shaky and shy thing did things to Eliot. Elicited a want that always burned in him.)