Who: Eliot Waugh & Margo Hanson Where: Eliot's cabin What: Reuniting, talking, drinking When: Current Day Rating: TBD Open: No
The fact that Margo had somehow landed on the train was something Eliot couldn't explain. Then again, that was normal when it came to a lot of things in their lives. She was a comfort, his other half in many aspects, at least in female form. She knew him better than anyone. He needed her now more than ever. Not that he would say that out loud. No, it was easier to keep such things to himself lest they boil over and he breakdown. That wasn't an option. It was easier to stay lost in his self-medicated haze.
His thoughts never strayed far from Quentin. The grief, the guilt, the pain ate at him like some terminal disease that slowly pulled the life from him day by day. Eliot wasn't sure anyone understood how he truly felt. Oh, he knew Margo was the closet, but it was difficult to open up. Even to her.
At present something had pissed Bambi off and she was on her way to share the details. The distraction was most welcomed.