The sight was almost like a dream, and it made Quentin smile. Eliot had been so fucked up back home after everything with Mike. Maybe this place had been good for him. Hell, just getting away from that shitshow with the Beast would at least give them room to breathe.

After about half a minute, Quentin finally abandoned his post at the wall and walked up behind his friend. "So, would it be an insult or a compliment to say this place suits you?" he asked. El had probably spotted him ages ago, but if not, this would be a nice surprise?