Quentin cleared his throat, starting with Elliott. “I felt threatened by you when we first met because I knew Guelly was more your type. I mean, not in that way, but just as a person, you know? You were so… delicate. You spoke in almost a whisper—when you spoke at all. I’d always been rough around the edges. A battering ram. I could tell it scared you. But more than feeling jealous, I wanted to protect you. I’m nothing if I can’t protect both of you.” His voice went hoarse. “Nothing. I’m literally no one if I can’t keep you two safe.” “You’re everything,” I told him.
