[ Eliot’s almost convinced again that he’s dreaming this whole thing. He looks at the Monster and actually almost feels pity. He can’t believe the Monster is still the reason why he has to look at how he feels about Quentin. ]

Love is ... It’s like ... [ He sighs, and absently feels around his pockets for a cigarette. ] When you look at someone and your heart beats a little faster. When being around them makes you happy. They make you want to be a better person, you feel safe around them. Love is when you can’t imagine your life without someone.

[ Eliot pulls a menthol cigarette from the package. He hesitates a moment before offering one to the Monster. ]

Wait till you see how much my body likes these.