Margo sure as shit wasn't going to waste any time in finding Eliot when she saw the list of people who were gone. It was fucking bullshit that they could bring people here only to send them back. What was the point? To torture them with getting their friend back only to make them lose him again?
It didn't take her long to find him; Margo knew Eliot well enough to know exactly how he would react to the news, which meant she had a pretty damn good idea of where to find him. Margo might not know everything. She might not know exactly how deep Eliot's feelings for Quentin ran, but she knew there was something more than a simple friendship. She knew that Eliot's feelings ran deeper than her own and even Margo had really cared about Q. She didn't like to show any kind of vulnerability, but losing him was hard. Figuring out what the hell to say to Eliot now was, too.
Sliding into the sofa next to him with a drink of her own, Margo was quiet for a moment, because what the fuck did you say to this bullshit. "You wanna talk about it?" she asked after a moment, despite knowing exactly what the answer would be.