[It takes Eliot a long time to find words again. He wraps his arms around Margo, holds her as close as he can without hurting her. He maybe ends up crying into her tits a little - not the first time that's happened, and probably not the last. It's a nice place to cry, if you get to pick where your breakdown's gonna happen.

After a while he clears his throat, face kind of blotchy.]

I, uh. I don't know if you meant to leave me, if that helps. Like I said, I couldn't, you know, cast. If I'd been able to help with the spell, maybe things would have been different.

[He shrugs, scrubs his face with his hands, then lets out a quiet, wet laugh. His hands don't seem to be broken currently, but if she's looking for them Margo is able to see a number of small, silvery scars across all of his fingers.]

Fuck, Bambi, I missed you so much. I'm useless without you, I know that's not, like, a secret or anything, but I really felt it this time. You're really lucky you made it here now and not, like, when I first showed up. I was a real wreck. Worse than after Mike, even.