[Some of Leo's silky hair brushes against the back of his neck thanks to the breeze, and he catches the scent of his shampoo. They probably use the same one, but on Leo it smells different. Better. Elliot wishes Leo wouldn't do this, because it makes him second-guess everything he's tried to convince himself he's come to terms with, but when he opens his mouth he can't tell him to move or shrug him away. He wants him to stay, and Leo doesn't do this very often, which is just enough to make his own pain more tolerable and reconsider the conclusions his mind jumped to.]
...What? [His mind blanks out, but he's disappointed that Leo moves away, leaving Elliot feeling cold. He knew it would happen, but he hoped it would last longer. He searches Leo's eyes, his own wistful but confused. He wants to be wrong, but he won't know unless he asks.]
I'm not talking about the punch. I didn't know you met someone.
[He wants to brush some of Leo's hair away from his eyes but he stops himself, swallowing.]
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...What? [His mind blanks out, but he's disappointed that Leo moves away, leaving Elliot feeling cold. He knew it would happen, but he hoped it would last longer. He searches Leo's eyes, his own wistful but confused. He wants to be wrong, but he won't know unless he asks.]
I'm not talking about the punch. I didn't know you met someone.
[He wants to brush some of Leo's hair away from his eyes but he stops himself, swallowing.]
I'm glad. You found someone you like.