Quentin couldn't believe that it was actually Eliot. He had been fighting so hard to find a way to get him back. Then they did but there was no time to talk to him. So much was happening around them. Now he could see Eliot, feel his arms wrapped around him. There was a moment of hesitation that purely shock out of seeing the man he loved his friend again. His arms slowly came around the other. Gripping him tightly as he pushed his face into Eliot's shoulder.
He couldn't form words, he could barely form thoughts. He thought that he wouldn't get this. That they would never see each other again. Not after he died right when everything was going right again. He didn't know how long that would last for his friends and it killed him that he wouldn't be able to help them through it. That was nothing compared to the pain of not seeing Eliot again.
His body shuttered as he let out a sob and continued to hold onto Eliot. He had tried so hard not to cry. It didn't seem like he did a good with that. He was overwhelmed with what had happened back home and being with him again. There was no holding it back.