fic: whatever here that's left of me (is yours)
@queliotweek (2019) | day 7: Queliot Reunion (alternate #2) | read on AO3
Note: While this is a Quentin Lives AU, it does talk about Quentin’s actions in 4x13 as a suicide attempt.
Quentin doesn’t mean to fall asleep.
He’s been waiting to see Eliot alive and himself again for so long.
But he does fall asleep, curled up in the chair in the corner of Eliot’s room, and he sleeps- he sleeps what feels like is his first real rest in years. Decades. Forever.
When he does wake up, yawning and stretching and- shit- almost falling out of the chair, he glances over to the bed to check on El and-
Steady eyes, staring back at him, with a hesitant smile underneath.
Margo’s sitting on the chair right next to the bed but when she realizes Quentin is awake, she says, quietly, “I’ll let you two catch up,” and kisses Eliot on the forehead before she leaves the room.
It’s strange, but after all that fighting to get Eliot back, Quentin can’t think of any possible way to start the conversation. Anything would either be too much or not enough, so he just stays where he is, knotted up on the chair, not able to take his eyes off Eliot’s face.
Eliot shifts sideways. It looks painful. He pats the now-empty side of the bed next to him.
Quentin pads over to the bed. Sits down.
Pulls his legs up and wraps his arms around them, not feeling ready to reach out and confirm reality. He’d felt this same way back in the forest, terrified to touch Eliot or talk to him. As long as he doesn’t interact, he won’t ruin the illusion that this is really Eliot.
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