[There's something very unsettling about the way Leo responds, like a dream that almost seems normal at first before it quickly descends into a nightmare. It sobers Elliot up enough to forget about his own shock for the time being. He remembers dying. He remembers it vividly, a dull ache lingering in his chest, just like he remembers the hellscape of murdering his family. Yet Leo... he had left Leo alone with that burden. Elliot is disgusted. He's disgusted with himself.
His stunned expression quickly becomes unimpressed with Leo's poor acting, but there's a weariness in his eyes too. He doesn't have the energy--or the patience--for his best friend's theatrics. Not now. Elliot may have been louder and bolder in his temper and emotions, but still waters run deep, and he had feared something like this would happen when he left Leo. This is his responsibility, after all, so he fixes his gaze with a confidence he doesn't quite feel and marches over to headbutt his friend in the forehead with a loud smack!]
Would you cut the crap! Why the hell are you here?! Did you do something reckless back home?!
[Outrage burns in Elliot's chest. If Leo went and got hurt, he'd kill him himself!]
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His stunned expression quickly becomes unimpressed with Leo's poor acting, but there's a weariness in his eyes too. He doesn't have the energy--or the patience--for his best friend's theatrics. Not now. Elliot may have been louder and bolder in his temper and emotions, but still waters run deep, and he had feared something like this would happen when he left Leo. This is his responsibility, after all, so he fixes his gaze with a confidence he doesn't quite feel and marches over to headbutt his friend in the forehead with a loud smack!]
Would you cut the crap! Why the hell are you here?! Did you do something reckless back home?!
[Outrage burns in Elliot's chest. If Leo went and got hurt, he'd kill him himself!]