[Elliot's mouth felt dry. That wasn't what he was most worried about really. But do you regret it? Why was he worried about that? It'd already happened. What did it matter really?
He nodded, though, turning away from him as he exhaled smoke.] Yeah.
Okay. [The affects of the molly had died down enough that without direct stimulation it was easy to discard them, his walls and giant moat around himself starting to going back into place.]
[John's voice was pinched with annoyance, mostly because he knew there was probably no getting through to Elliot now. Not for the night, at least, if he'd found something to be hung up on to the point where he couldn't listen. Or wouldn't, John thought rather unkindly, not yet knowing the full intensity of Elliot's occasional disconnects from the world around him.
Huffing out a sigh, he went to gather the bedding he used to sleep on the couch, which simply got shoved into a corner during the day. He was tired now, absolutely exhausted, and wanted to start feeling like himself again as soon as he could; part of him still wanted to go to Elliot and wrap his arms around him from behind, enjoy the warmth and solidity of his frame, which definitely meant that he was out of his fucking mind.
For sleepwear, he just tugged on the boxers he'd discarded with his jeans, leaving his t-shirt on. He looked at Elliot's tense figure once more, then sighed again and curled up on the couch.]
[Elliot's face fell for a moment but he wasn't facing John since he didn't want to blow smoke in his face -- convenient. But all the same he quickly recovered his expression and looked at the other.
He wanted to say something, anything. But he didn't want to ask if he regretted it because he didn't want to hear him say yes. Elliot didn't regret it. But he should have. He knew that. He didn't need John to confirm it.]
Yeah.
[Simple, and it was close enough to the truth or at least it had to be. Elliot continued smoking though he knew he was far too agitated to sleep now so he went to his computer instead of his bed, ignoring Flipper of course when she tried to get his attention too.]
Flipper. C'mere. [He was definitely more affectionate with the dog than any human being (or fellow mutant), letting her curl up against him when she slept and always mussing her fur affectionately when she was near him. There was something soft in him, but it only came out unrestricted to a tiny dog.
He'd never be soft enough to admit that he was terrified of how much he felt for Elliot, and that's what had caused him to pull away so suddenly.
Stretched out on his back with Flipper right on his chest, one arm thrown over her, he eventually fell into a restless sleep.]
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He nodded, though, turning away from him as he exhaled smoke.] Yeah.
Okay. [The affects of the molly had died down enough that without direct stimulation it was easy to discard them, his walls and giant moat around himself starting to going back into place.]
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[John's voice was pinched with annoyance, mostly because he knew there was probably no getting through to Elliot now. Not for the night, at least, if he'd found something to be hung up on to the point where he couldn't listen. Or wouldn't, John thought rather unkindly, not yet knowing the full intensity of Elliot's occasional disconnects from the world around him.
Huffing out a sigh, he went to gather the bedding he used to sleep on the couch, which simply got shoved into a corner during the day. He was tired now, absolutely exhausted, and wanted to start feeling like himself again as soon as he could; part of him still wanted to go to Elliot and wrap his arms around him from behind, enjoy the warmth and solidity of his frame, which definitely meant that he was out of his fucking mind.
For sleepwear, he just tugged on the boxers he'd discarded with his jeans, leaving his t-shirt on. He looked at Elliot's tense figure once more, then sighed again and curled up on the couch.]
Everything's cool, alright?
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He wanted to say something, anything. But he didn't want to ask if he regretted it because he didn't want to hear him say yes. Elliot didn't regret it. But he should have. He knew that. He didn't need John to confirm it.]
Yeah.
[Simple, and it was close enough to the truth or at least it had to be. Elliot continued smoking though he knew he was far too agitated to sleep now so he went to his computer instead of his bed, ignoring Flipper of course when she tried to get his attention too.]
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Flipper. C'mere. [He was definitely more affectionate with the dog than any human being (or fellow mutant), letting her curl up against him when she slept and always mussing her fur affectionately when she was near him. There was something soft in him, but it only came out unrestricted to a tiny dog.
He'd never be soft enough to admit that he was terrified of how much he felt for Elliot, and that's what had caused him to pull away so suddenly.
Stretched out on his back with Flipper right on his chest, one arm thrown over her, he eventually fell into a restless sleep.]