[There's that pang in Elliot's chest again, pressing against his ribcage in its erratic beat. It softens some of his anger. He's still angry, still upset, but it isn't Leo he targets the majority of his ire. His judgment was poor, but so was Elliot's, and he--
Elliot had been so stupid. He should have seen it.
It's Glen Elliot truly blames. Glen, and anyone else orchestrating this hell. Elliot releases his grip and puts his hands on Leo's shoulders, and he vaguely thinks to himself that the flecks in Leo's eyes look like emotion-filled sparks.
He had meant his last words. Or what he thought were his last, he supposes. He's so sorry. Elliot doesn't tear his eyes away from Leo and smiles. It's a sad smile, but sincere.]
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[There's that pang in Elliot's chest again, pressing against his ribcage in its erratic beat. It softens some of his anger. He's still angry, still upset, but it isn't Leo he targets the majority of his ire. His judgment was poor, but so was Elliot's, and he--
Elliot had been so stupid. He should have seen it.
It's Glen Elliot truly blames. Glen, and anyone else orchestrating this hell. Elliot releases his grip and puts his hands on Leo's shoulders, and he vaguely thinks to himself that the flecks in Leo's eyes look like emotion-filled sparks.
He had meant his last words. Or what he thought were his last, he supposes. He's so sorry. Elliot doesn't tear his eyes away from Leo and smiles. It's a sad smile, but sincere.]
It's over, Leo. I forgive you.
[Please forgive him, too.]