[It feels like a dream. Leo has tried hard to temper his expectations over the weeks, prepared for any moment to turn awful again... but he can't do that right now. He's supposed to be good at using his imagination, but Leo can't think of any scenario where this goes wrong. Not when Elliot's hand is on his and they're looking at each other like this. There's no tragedy in the world that would make Leo want to undo this. When he feels Elliot's touch on his cheek, Leo also feels a gross tear.
He nods. Home. His home is Elliot, but Leo doesn't say it.]
I do too. I want to stay with you. [Leo hears his own voice shake and he loathes it. Elliot is acting so cool and charming while Leo is falling apart. Elliot doesn't even like romance books, does he? How does he know to do this?
Ah, but- On the note of books. Leo only wrote 'it' in the voice of a fictional character. He tightens his grip and meets Elliot's gaze firmly. At least his voice stays steady for the part that matters:] You're the one that I love, Elliot.
[straight to the point, no messing around with 'like.' Leo has stewed in these feelings for too long and he's done hiding them.]
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He nods. Home. His home is Elliot, but Leo doesn't say it.]
I do too. I want to stay with you. [Leo hears his own voice shake and he loathes it. Elliot is acting so cool and charming while Leo is falling apart. Elliot doesn't even like romance books, does he? How does he know to do this?
Ah, but- On the note of books. Leo only wrote 'it' in the voice of a fictional character. He tightens his grip and meets Elliot's gaze firmly. At least his voice stays steady for the part that matters:] You're the one that I love, Elliot.
[straight to the point, no messing around with 'like.' Leo has stewed in these feelings for too long and he's done hiding them.]