TJ's brows drew together, a deep crease forming between them. Something worried crept into his expression, maybe with an edge of... disappointment? Labels made things complicated. Then again, this confession of Elliot's condition made things complicated, too. What could it hurt to put a name to it?

"I don't," he muttered, looked off while he struggled to find something suitable to say. His pulse raced faster now and TJ thought he felt sweat beading on his forehead. What if Elliot decided he's wrong about all this? "I guess, I mean, I kinda thought we were, you know, together."