[ How could Quentin have forgotten when it was the very last thing he remembered, the 'them' that had lived a full life, had been a family. Looking up at Eliot stood their on the shore, normally he would have been shy and awkward-- considering their bodies were of youth and before, but in that moment all he saw was Eliot in those moments, of building a mosaic between them and then finding that last piece when he buried Eliot.

Slotting it into the mosaic and completing it, the key that resulted.

And Quentin slid closer, sliding through the water until he reached Eliot's side. In the waters he could wrap those arms around the other man's shoulders, press a kiss to the side of head-- against sweat tickled brow, then he inhaled ]

I buried you and then I found the past piece as I was doing so, we succeeded in the key quest together, El-- we did it..

[ but that was not the point, not to Quentin. The point had been the journey they had taken together, and that had been something far more worthy of being treasured. Their family as they went through life with a single focus, no matter who had come into it.

And Quentin who looked at Eliot's profile as if he was the holder of every star in the sky ]

This place is very strange El, I.. there is a lot of magic here.. and all the green things, drinks, etc have some sort of drug in them that make you brave.

[ that was not counting the butterfly pollen that was clinging to him, which he'd temporarily managed to forget with the reunion, but would eventually bite him in the ass ]