[Any uncertainty Elliot may have felt immediately dissipates when he sees that smile, and for a moment he forgets to say anything as he stares at Leo in admiration and awe. He means every word, but hearing Leo confirm it first helps him say what he really wants to. Leo's laughter is a musical piece, short and beautiful and better than anything on the piano. It makes his own embarrassment more than worth it. He lets out a shaky laugh in response, leaning into the embrace. His whole body feels too warm and his pulse is a steady beat, but Leo smells nice like roses. Elliot isn't about to end the hug anytime soon, not after how long he's waited.
He brushes a hand through the long strands of Leo's hair, letting his head rest against the side of Leo's. The whisper pierces through his own deafening heartbeat and there's a soft smile in his voice.]
Mn...I hit you first. Does it hurt...? [He honestly forgot about the ache on his forehead, having been distracted by...everything.] Me too. I'm glad we're here together, Leo.
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like roses. Elliot isn't about to end the hug anytime soon, not after how long he's waited.He brushes a hand through the long strands of Leo's hair, letting his head rest against the side of Leo's. The whisper pierces through his own deafening heartbeat and there's a soft smile in his voice.]
Mn...I hit you first. Does it hurt...? [He honestly forgot about the ache on his forehead, having been distracted by...everything.] Me too. I'm glad we're here together, Leo.