[ Eliot doesn't wait but Quentin's right there anyway, as soon as the word 'take' is out of his friends' mouth, Quentin's hooking his arm around the other and letting the taller man lean on him. Eliot fits, probably because Quentin's short, and the longer haired Magician is still trying to put everything in place as he glances around.
He'll follow your lead, El, for a destination. ]
Quentin 40. [ It's a soft confirmation, but what comes next is even softer: ] We almost had magic back, Eliot.
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He'll follow your lead, El, for a destination. ]
Quentin 40. [ It's a soft confirmation, but what comes next is even softer: ] We almost had magic back, Eliot.