[Elliot shouts back. It's good the garden is empty by this hour, otherwise the stares they would have attracted may have made Elliot melt into a puddle of embarrassment on the spot.
But Leo is warm and easy to carry, and as they walk in silence Elliot finds it becomes more natural and less awkward, though he still feels feverish. Can love actually make you sick?]
I love you too. ...Don't run away again.
[He holds him a bit closer, whispering the last part and sounding more vulnerable as he does. He goes quiet again for the rest of their trip back home. Their home.]
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[Elliot shouts back. It's good the garden is empty by this hour, otherwise the stares they would have attracted may have made Elliot melt into a puddle of embarrassment on the spot.
But Leo is warm and easy to carry, and as they walk in silence Elliot finds it becomes more natural and less awkward, though he still feels feverish. Can love actually make you sick?]
I love you too. ...Don't run away again.
[He holds him a bit closer, whispering the last part and sounding more vulnerable as he does. He goes quiet again for the rest of their trip back home. Their home.]