It did help that Quentin trusted him. Maybe he wasn't high, but he did come here out of a particularly tense situation, thinking he had done something wrong and expecting to find that he'd doomed all his friends to terrible deaths. Everything he'd encountered since he'd arrived had calmed him down, to some extent, but he was still feeling pretty ready to panic at any moment.
So, basically life as usual for Quentin, honestly.
Suffice it to say, he nodded his understanding at first, but was glad to move away from talking about the demon population. Because what the hell? At least they weren't hostile- or mostly hostile.
"You know, that has a really ominous ring to it. But I guess I'll try to take it as a compliment?" He swallowed down the rest of his drink and set the glass on the bar. "So how many of us are there? And how many have you 'gotten to know'?" Eliot could take that however he wanted- Quentin had been thinking of making a joke, but the awkwardness around their little relationship-destroying-threesome was still in full force. Better to at least semi-avoid it. "Are they all Magicians, or did we just get lucky?"
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So, basically life as usual for Quentin, honestly.
Suffice it to say, he nodded his understanding at first, but was glad to move away from talking about the demon population. Because what the hell? At least they weren't hostile- or mostly hostile.
"You know, that has a really ominous ring to it. But I guess I'll try to take it as a compliment?" He swallowed down the rest of his drink and set the glass on the bar. "So how many of us are there? And how many have you 'gotten to know'?" Eliot could take that however he wanted- Quentin had been thinking of making a joke, but the awkwardness around their little relationship-destroying-threesome was still in full force. Better to at least semi-avoid it. "Are they all Magicians, or did we just get lucky?"