[Leo isn't the only one who smells like roses lately. But it's nice. Elliot's scent, his warmth, his fingers running through Leo's hair- A lot of the subtle glances and touches from before make more sense now, but this makes the most sense now. Leo understands his own grief better too. When he set out on a destructive rampage, it was because there was a void in his heart that he wanted to fill with this. He'd put off saying anything to preserve their routine, but he can see now that it wasn't worth it. Even a second of holding Elliot like this, even with only one arm, would have been worth the risk.
A little (for them) punch seems so silly to worry about. Leo hums a dismissive note with his reply.]
No. I needed it anyway. [He'd been acting stupid. Their methods are questionable, but at least they always know when the other needs a sobering punch.
The fingers of his one hand curl in the fabric of Elliot's shirt. Quiet again for the next few seconds, Leo lets the present sink in. A lingering whisper of the past does mock him, trying to scare him with thoughts of the past and future, but Leo consciously forces it out of his mind. He closes his eyes, whispering at a lower level so that Elliot has the option of ignoring it.]
Your heart is beating... [He's not a ghost. Leo isn't screaming his feelings at a corpse.] I'm sorry it took me so long.
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Leo isn't the only one who smells like roses lately.But it's nice. Elliot's scent, his warmth, his fingers running through Leo's hair- A lot of the subtle glances and touches from before make more sense now, but this makes the most sense now. Leo understands his own grief better too. When he set out on a destructive rampage, it was because there was a void in his heart that he wanted to fill with this. He'd put off saying anything to preserve their routine, but he can see now that it wasn't worth it. Even a second of holding Elliot like this, even with only one arm, would have been worth the risk.A little (for them) punch seems so silly to worry about. Leo hums a dismissive note with his reply.]
No. I needed it anyway. [He'd been acting stupid. Their methods are questionable, but at least they always know when the other needs a sobering punch.
The fingers of his one hand curl in the fabric of Elliot's shirt. Quiet again for the next few seconds, Leo lets the present sink in. A lingering whisper of the past does mock him, trying to scare him with thoughts of the past and future, but Leo consciously forces it out of his mind. He closes his eyes, whispering at a lower level so that Elliot has the option of ignoring it.]
Your heart is beating... [He's not a ghost. Leo isn't screaming his feelings at a corpse.] I'm sorry it took me so long.