[Elliot retorts, but there's no venom behind it. This won't last. It can't, and Elliot won't allow it even if he wants to. Leo is needed back home. Leo has the rest of his life ahead of him. But pushing him away would only create new wounds, and Elliot has always had his bratty tendencies. One hand trails to curiously brush at Leo's shorter strands, but he makes no move to pull away. There's still that heavy sadness, but it's more tolerable now. There's a comfortable sort of silence that he eventually breaks.]
I'm glad you finally got rid of those godawful glasses.
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[Elliot retorts, but there's no venom behind it. This won't last. It can't, and Elliot won't allow it even if he wants to. Leo is needed back home. Leo has the rest of his life ahead of him. But pushing him away would only create new wounds, and Elliot has always had his bratty tendencies. One hand trails to curiously brush at Leo's shorter strands, but he makes no move to pull away. There's still that heavy sadness, but it's more tolerable now. There's a comfortable sort of silence that he eventually breaks.]
I'm glad you finally got rid of those godawful glasses.