'the usual volume of Psychical scarves and judgemental staring'. ahaha I love it. This is delightful. Now I want to write a fic in which Eliot sleeps with a whole *series* of geeky boys into fantasy and board games, because he finds this weirdly attractive, for reasons, and so when Quentin shows up Margo's like 'oh fuck me, here we go again, fucking catnip.' This is canon, right?