[Caleb sighs, shifting in closer to Eliot just because of that look in his eyes. It takes everything in Caleb not to do something to bring them back together, to try and get Eliot to talk to Quentin. He can't believe there's a way this other man couldn't look at Eliot who obviously loves him so much and not want to love him back.

Yet Caleb knows that because he's been in his mind. He has seen that love. Would he have known that without the bells?]

I'm going to say something, and this is definitely coming from the bias that I like you a lot, Eliot. [And as he says that, he leans in and kisses him tenderly, almost chastely.] I can not imagine a way that someone that knows you couldn't care about you. And as for the legalities of it? Fuck that. So we'll find ways to cover for you both. Magic to hide things. Just don't go getting on your knees for him in public.

[Smiling slightly, teasing him even as he gives him a look.]

You know that thing we're doing right now about Francis and us? You could try that. I'm told talking is important. With relationships. So you don't drink the wrong thing. Like that.

[Because it's easier to joke and tease, even when he's being as honest as he can be.]

The same goes for you both. I know you like him and he likes you. Trust me. I'm not the jealous type. I want you happy. I want him happy. I actually am happy. Before you ask. I never thought I would be here but I really am.