When TJ finally arrived something seemed off about him. Elliot felt a prick of concern immediately, he was too nervous to do what he might have done on a better day -- hug him, kiss him. So instead he asked. "Are you okay?" he'd become accustomed to habit. The habit of how TJ reacts to him and he'd just reacted differently. He tapped ashes off into the ashtray as he moved to sit back on the couch.
His hand rubbing over his forehead. For him, he was finding himself anxious that this talk would end in TJ leaving him. He wouldn't be able to blame him. What might be worse is if he doesn't even believe him though. That made him want to be sick. But before he could even start to tell him anything he had to make sure he was okay.
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Date: 2016-09-18 02:26 am (UTC)His hand rubbing over his forehead. For him, he was finding himself anxious that this talk would end in TJ leaving him. He wouldn't be able to blame him. What might be worse is if he doesn't even believe him though. That made him want to be sick. But before he could even start to tell him anything he had to make sure he was okay.