I was- uh, just sleeping? I was on the couch reading, I blew out the light and then I went to sleep. Nothing really happened.
[Sure, living with Eliot was weird. It was this kind of weird where nothing could really be said or done about it, and Quentin was just going to have to get used to the idea of being stuck in yet another timeline - slash- pocket dimension with him, hopefully this time it wouldn't be fifty years before they got back.
He shovels more cereal in to his mouth, chasing it down with coffee.]
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[Sure, living with Eliot was weird. It was this kind of weird where nothing could really be said or done about it, and Quentin was just going to have to get used to the idea of being stuck in yet another timeline - slash- pocket dimension with him, hopefully this time it wouldn't be fifty years before they got back.
He shovels more cereal in to his mouth, chasing it down with coffee.]
And you?