"You saw him, then?" Eliot chuckled, even if it did sound slightly strangled to his own ears. "In the..." He let the sentence trail off, he still couldn't stand to think about it. Thinking about it made it real. And, if he was here instead...well that's...better. Definitely better. And, maybe it was some weird fucking dream. But, if it was, it was a damn sight better than reality.
Eliot's entire world had condensed to only consist of Quentin, he'd been ignoring everyone else in the coffee shop, and it was only when someone bumped into him, that he remembered where they were. He reluctantly pulled away from the shorter man slightly, to glare at the offending person, but made sure he was still touching him, his hands sliding down Q's arms to take hold of his hands. Terrified that if he let go, he would disappear.
"We should..." talk, not that sounded terrible. Catch up? Too casual. "..go somewhere. To talk. Catch up. Or something."