Hm... [He hums thoughtfully in agreement. He doesn't care if it's rude, it's true and he agrees. At least Leo was a lot more tactful about it to the maid than he would have been. Elliot didn't hold back for anyone, including enthusiastic maids.
But he doesn’t dwell on those thoughts very long, because with what he assumed Leo is unintentionally implying about the shared cup of coffee and the softness of his voice when he uses that term has Elliot perched on the edge of his seat, ready to shout another excuse so that he may escape—
Damn it. Why did he think it had been a good idea to ask Leo of all people to stay by his side? Nothing gets past him and it’s simultaneously irritating and a bit endearing. Elliot’s throat feels dry. He can’t tear his eyes away from Leo’s enchanting gaze, the way that smile doesn’t quite match his eyes. This is dangerous. It’s dangerous for Leo, specifically. He deserves better than a fleeting epilogue.]
I—
[He needs to say something. It’s his responsibility, as Leo’s master and friend.]
Don't be ridiculous. [He scoffs, trying to sound affronted and failing. He puts his hand over Leo’s and lets it linger rather than push him away.]
The whole point is to make money, not spend it. I’m fine, Leo.
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But he doesn’t dwell on those thoughts very long, because with what he assumed Leo is unintentionally implying about the shared cup of coffee and the softness of his voice when he uses that term has Elliot perched on the edge of his seat, ready to shout another excuse so that he may escape—
Damn it. Why did he think it had been a good idea to ask Leo of all people to stay by his side? Nothing gets past him and it’s simultaneously irritating and a bit endearing. Elliot’s throat feels dry. He can’t tear his eyes away from Leo’s enchanting gaze, the way that smile doesn’t quite match his eyes. This is dangerous. It’s dangerous for Leo, specifically. He deserves better than a fleeting epilogue.]
I—
[He needs to say something. It’s his responsibility, as Leo’s master and friend.]
Don't be ridiculous. [He scoffs, trying to sound affronted and failing. He puts his hand over Leo’s and lets it linger rather than push him away.]
The whole point is to make money, not spend it. I’m fine, Leo.