Magicians - Eliot & Q
“Happily ever after?” Q looked up and straight at him.
“Why would you make them write that? You should really know better by now.” Quentin´s half smile twisted Eliot´s heart, but also, he suddenly couldn´t breathe. This couldn´t be real. And yet he knew it was.
He stood up, as if an unseen puppeteer made him, reaching out to the apparition, to Q, with an unsteady arm.
“I´ve missed you, El, “Quentin´s words were soft, but carried right through the tattered fabric of reality.
And then, Eliot knew just what do to. He stepped through space. Worry about it later.