Margo watches Quentin closely, admirably, following each of his words with drinks of her cosmo.
Her brows pop. "Of course he was." A wide grin, realizations of the more serious matters she and Eliot spoke about just after her arrival rising up in her mind, though the awareness of that doesn't show on her face. A smugness holding on her features, she takes another sip.
"I don't know how he survived here without me." An honest enough statement, a slight fall of her shoulders, the only indication of deeper emotion she's not showing. But, "We, um. Had to talk about some...timeline shit, you know. I was. Worried he hadn't made it, but. He told me all about what happens."
Another drink, a slight glance away before she draws her attention back to him.
"So this place seems pretty fucked up, Q. What's your honest opinion about it?" Deflecting to this question, not wanting to trudge up past memories or details Eliot has revealed to her about Quentin's fate.
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Her brows pop. "Of course he was." A wide grin, realizations of the more serious matters she and Eliot spoke about just after her arrival rising up in her mind, though the awareness of that doesn't show on her face. A smugness holding on her features, she takes another sip.
"I don't know how he survived here without me." An honest enough statement, a slight fall of her shoulders, the only indication of deeper emotion she's not showing. But, "We, um. Had to talk about some...timeline shit, you know. I was. Worried he hadn't made it, but. He told me all about what happens."
Another drink, a slight glance away before she draws her attention back to him.
"So this place seems pretty fucked up, Q. What's your honest opinion about it?" Deflecting to this question, not wanting to trudge up past memories or details Eliot has revealed to her about Quentin's fate.