The way Margo relaxes is immediate, curling her arm around his like the most natural thing in the world. It is, honestly. At least the most natural thing in her world which is the only world that matters. She beams up at him, as always.

"They also say we're living in sin." Her eyes roll so hard she might find a brain back there but alas. Margo is sure the home they selected for her is perfectly appropriate for a middle aged housewife with no self-worth or dignity, but the moment she found Eliot, Margo moved them in together and that was fucking that.

"Gimme that." She reaches for his bottle, but compared to his giant condor wingspan, she is a hummingbird.