[With a watery grin, Eliot heads into a door on the other side of the room - presumably a bedroom. He returns a moment later with a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants that are very obviously not his own, based on the size, and tosses them in her direction on his way to the kitchen.]

I'm sure Q won't mind if you borrow some of his things for a bit. They'll have brought your clothes along with you, they should be in the apartment they assigned you, but these'll hold you over until then.

[He clears his throat, swallowing thickly as he fills a glass with water and pulls a pre-made sandwich out of the fridge, returning to the couch and sitting pressed up next to Margo.]

Okay, so, I'm actually gonna try and hold off on that crying until you've got some food in you, that will probably help you not feel as wobbly. Um... I guess I can fill you in on what's been going on with me? Since I'm future Eliot, from your perspective? I'm really not that far ahead, I promise, but, uh. A lot of shit went south, getting that monster out of me.