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Life.

That's what Leon had been sentenced to and he found it kind of amusing in its own way, the way the judge had read the verdict aloud 'sentenced to life.' because it sounded a lot more pleasant than it actually was. Like the existence that he'd been given was being taken away and replaced by another -- though, he supposed that going from a life on the outside to a life on the inside was almost an exact representation of that. Since then it had been the same thing over and over; meals at a scheduled time, exercise at a scheduled time, sleep at a scheduled time, everything a routine that quickly became monotonous.

He hadn't been sentenced to life, he'd been sentenced to sacrifice his freedom.

There was at least Elliot, though. The one piece of the machine that was different than all the rest, the thing that he felt was his sole purpose for being locked away in the first place -- he hadn't been told to protect Elliot, but it had been suggested in an anonymous letter that he keep an eye on the kid. Someone had to, he wouldn't have survived otherwise. So, they ate together, they watched the same set of moves on the basketball court together, they talked briefly about whatever television reruns that Leon got the opportunity to watch.

And sometimes they talked about the time before the four walls of the correctional facility located in downtown Brooklyn. They were almost one in the same, but where Leon was simply a pawn in a much bigger organization, he knew that Elliot had been the one calling the shots in his -- at least from what White Rose had told him, by way of secret codes that Leon would spend hours pouring over. Simple things like 'I hope all is well.' and 'The kids send their love' holding much deeper meanings that he racked his brain to decipher.

He was smarter than he looked, but hadn't that been why he was chosen?

"A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend." Leon quoted one day, sitting across the metal table in the cafeteria from Elliot. " Emily Dickinson." He nodded slowly, as though it explained everything. "They sent me a letter today. I ain't got one since before you showed up."

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[It's been years since Daisy had last been to the city she grew up in. Now seemed like the perfect time to return, considering she was pretty much in the same situation she had been when she left. Alone and isolating herself.

Except, so much has also changed since she left. She was a completely different person now with more life experiences than most.

She's been doing her best to keep her head down, considering SHIELD was on her tail. It's late and Daisy found herself getting restless sitting in her van, so she went for a walk.

She felt a lot safer being out here by herself at night now that she could handle herself. Powers or not. Although, the powers helped quite a bit. Like right now when she came across a fight. If you could call it that. Some guy was getting the kick shit out of him by three much larger men.

Daisy doesn't even say anything to give them a heads up, she just uses her power to send them flying away from the poor guy. Once they are down, Daisy rushes over to the guy on the floor.]

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You don't need to come along for this, y'know.

[Goodwill day had come, because John really just needed more clothes. There was no more getting around it. Thanks to their laundry lessons, John didn't have to make this trip in Elliot's oversized sweatpants and t-shirt, instead dressed in the single change of clothes he kept in his backpack.

And of course he couldn't live with only these two nearly disintegrated outfits forever. But even though Elliot fed him, gave him a place to live, this whole getting new (to him) clothes thing was domestic and weird. Parents did that with their kids for back to school. John didn't even know if he should call Elliot a roommate or what, so how did you decide what was normal to do with people when you couldn't even categorize them?]

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[Well, Darlene had warned John about Molly: he'd feel good, she had said, but then it would get weird and he'd be asking them to touch him. The thing was, he also knew Elliot didn't like contact that much, so he assumed that must not be right when the obnoxiously friendly woman next door left it with him and Elliot suggested they do it together.

Elliot was laid back, yeah, but John felt like if something freaked him out, it really freaked him out. He could go from zero to a hundred with almost no warning and very few outward signs until you actually tried to communicate with him and realized he was in lockdown. So he wouldn't play around with the touching thing, right?

The feeling wasn't what John expected from Darlene's description, either. Not like an aphrodisiac or something, all hot desire coiling and pulsing unbearably in the pit of his stomach, but a much diffuse sense of rightness in his life and the world. He was so fucking thrilled to be here with Elliot, in this strange approximation of a home rather than sleeping rough, that it almost felt as though his whole life had fallen out as it had to bring him to this moment. This sort of contentment felt like it must have shone through his very skin, giving him an otherworldly glow. He'd never known anything like it.

And as he sat cross-legged on the couch with his back against the arm and his body facing Elliot, he found that he did want to touch and be touched. It was more about connection than sex, though, at least for now; he just wanted to be closer to Elliot, who seemed to have bottomless chasms all around him to keep him safe rather than just a personal bubble. Head tilted to one side, eyes big and curious with pupils so huge that they blacked out the slate blue of his irises, he shuffled closer to where Elliot sat and slid his fingertips lightly from Elliot's shoulder to his elbow. John had never, ever touched him before, not even by accident.]

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Fiona is used to a packed house, between the kids, their friends, Frank, Kev and V, an extra head or two in the usual count isn't so strange at any given time. So, when she blearily makes her way downstairs in search of coffee, she's not all that surprised to find Elliot on her couch. She doesn't even really remember how they met, other than it had involved her randomly booking it to NYC on some drama-fueled freak out and a pretty desperate need to get away from all the insanity in her life for a day or two. Surprise meeting, and they'd clicked and...she kind of just adopted him in the two weeks she was there. And apparently, he'd taken her offer to come crash here any time seriously.

She doesn't even say anything as she walks by, just a brief pat to his shoulder on her way into the kitchen. She bangs her way around the kitchen getting the coffee ready and comes back to the living room a few minutes later, offering a mug to him as she sits down at the opposite end of the couch. Space is an important thing to Elliot, that much she's figured out. "Mornin'." she mumbles to him over the top of her cup.

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