Eliot is not immune to the cuddle roll, and crouches down, reaching in to scratch his fingers gently through Quentin's hair. "You look cozy. Almost makes me crave a nap."

Another little scritch from his nails and then Eliot asks. "Just space? Nothing that set you off or anything?" He doesn't seem upset that Eliot can tell - just lazy in his little nook. But it didn't hurt to doublecheck.