Oh. Oh, that’s a new kind of dirty talk that he absolutely did not expect to work for him. He swallows again, as his scent - unbeknownst to him - sweetens again, betraying his interest in Eliot’s offer. Not that it would be difficult to tell anyway, from the way his skin flushes.

“I’d, I’d like that if you’re sure it’s not just. Pity.”

His eyes flutter shut for a moment, and he drifts forward into Eliot's touch. He hasn't had long enough to get used to his instincts, which are currently singing with pleasure that he's acquired an alpha to take care of him, to feed him and keep him safe. Which is. New. (Okay, Quentin's always been on the subby side, so maybe it's not entirely new, but this is still pretty strange.)

"I. Thank you. I don't - " Are his eyes tearing up? Jesus. Okay, he knows heats are supposed to fuck with your hormones and emotions and stuff, and he doesn't know how to feel about that. "Thanks."

It's very easy to let himself curl into Eliot's side and enjoy the way it makes his new instincts purr with contentment. It's really nice to have his brain and body pointing him towards good feelings for once, especially when he was panicking not that long ago. This whole omega thing is still weird as fuck, but maybe there's some nice things about it? He could appreciate instincts that make him feel good for once, instead of his usual base-level of depression and anxiety.

"Yeah. That sounds good." Protein, carbs, and healthy sugars. It's a good mix, especially when he's probably going to need some serious energy to get through this. He drifts towards a chair once they reach the kitchen, though, leaving Eliot to handle the food-making. Now that he's realized what's happening, the way he feels right now makes a lot more sense. No shit he's experiencing fatigue and a whole boy ache, his body's starting the engine on a whole process it's literally never done before. It's supposed to get better once the arousal really kicks in and he has endorphins going, but for now, he's just going to let Eliot take care of the hard stuff.

He and Penny get along slightly better, now that they’re not forced to be roommates, but he’d be lying if he said he would’ve been comfortable with having him around right now. He feels… more vulnerable than usual, which he guesses is true, and it’s a relief that Eliot drives him off (and, weirdly, a serious turn-on, those new instincts smugly telling him that he picked a good alpha who will protect him and provide for him).

And when Eliot sets down food in front of him, his instincts sing again along with that wave of arousal, and he finds himself darting forward to kiss Eliot, make sure he’s aware that his omega appreciates him.

"Yeah. Okay."

He's not feeling exceptionally hungry right now though he's aware that he does need to fuel up. The plate Eliot puts in front of him does look pretty good, though, and he's feeling pretty inclined to do what Eliot says right now. Just. Also. "Could you, um." He pauses, not quite sure what to ask. He just. Wants Eliot closer? But he also kind of isn't sure how to put that without feeling stupid. It's not like Eliot isn't pretty close by already.

"This is - this is good? I just, wanted you closer. I think."

Which is why his body is already listing towards Eliot. It's not like - he does like physical contact. It's a normal thing for him to like. He's just, he's craving it right now in a way that does not normally happen. Which makes sense, right? Heat, or pre-heat, or whatever.

He takes a bite of the waffle. "Oh, this is good."

This is good. The food, and Eliot's warmth against his side? It's good. It makes him feel settled, way less anxious about this whole... thing. Being an omega, and having a heat, or whatever. Setting aside the less pleasant side effects like the whole-body ache, maybe this could be okay?

"You should eat, too?" he says because he has noticed that Eliot hasn't touched his plate yet. "Y'know, if I'm going to be begging you to fuck me soon, or whatever."

He flushes. Not that he wasn't kind of embarrassed as soon as that came out of his mouth, but being called on it? "Uh, I don't know? Historically speaking, I have about two modes, rambling incoherently and, um, practically nonverbal, so. I wouldn't expect anything good, definitely."

It's not like dirty talk is one of his specialties. It's more that he just blurts things out and regrets them later.

"Have you met me, because I am - if there is anything I'm really good at, it's worrying."

He's not actually worrying too much right now, because he has food and he has an alpha reassuring him that everything's going to be okay. And then Eliot mentions begging and, um, that's another shot of arousal in his scent.

“Fuck, I don’t - I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting to deal with this today. I mean, I woke up and my biggest concern was homework?”

Not that this isn’t a good conversation that they should have. He sighs and absently nuzzles against Eliot’s shoulder. “Um, basic stuff? I’m good with bottoming, which, thank god. I like blow jobs, giving and getting. Um.”

"Yeah, that's. That's definitely something I could be, um, that I would be interested in."

And he's definitely going to need those little nudges reminding him that he's supposed to be eating because god, the mental image that conjures up is vivid.

Okay, it's not that Quentin fully failed to notice Eliot flirting with him. He's not quite that oblivious? He just figured that was How Eliot Is, though, and it didn't mean that he was actually interested in Quentin. After all, he has much more attractive options.

He obediently takes another bite of his waffles, even though he's blushing, again, and still distracted by the mental images of having his hair pulled by Eliot. "Really? I kind of figured you had... better options."