Quentin exhaled a breath he hadn't been aware that he'd been holding until Eliot rested his forehead against his own and he was totally swept up in the warmth and distinct cologne that screamed Eliot. Honestly nothing could match up to this, not even his time with Alice.
Admittedly he like Eliot was definitely struggling with more than just the emotional weight as his blood was definitely racing and not always in the most productive direction.
He swallowed hard as Eliot apologised, speaking the words that he'd been hoping to hear for longer than he would ever admit aloud. "It's okay to be scared," Quentin reassured Eliot as he let his fingers cascade through the other magician's dark hair. "You're not the only one afraid, but we're in this together."