[Elliot opens his mouth to argue-- but, no, Leo is right about that. He had been worried about all of the others who had been dragged into this shitshow too, he just hadn't known where to start. He's trying his best to be patient, even though it's almost physically painful. He knows Leo feels things rather intensely at times, and there's nothing about this discussion that's casual.
But his throat goes dry and eyes vacant when he stares at the stump that was Leo's hand. For a second, Elliot just completely blanks out. His surroundings and senses all blur together.
The next thing he knows, he's aimed a forceful punch at Leo's face. There are so many things he wants to say and ask, like what does Leo fucking mean, Oz and the others found their happy endings as if he wasn't included in that? What had happened? What made him think he didn't need to worry? But the only words that come out are a scalding:]
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But his throat goes dry and eyes vacant when he stares at the stump that was Leo's hand. For a second, Elliot just completely blanks out. His surroundings and senses all blur together.
The next thing he knows, he's aimed a forceful punch at Leo's face. There are so many things he wants to say and ask, like what does Leo fucking mean, Oz and the others found their happy endings as if he wasn't included in that? What had happened? What made him think he didn't need to worry? But the only words that come out are a scalding:]
What-- the hell did you do?!