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    Don't let me in with no intention to keep me.

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  2. 21 Feb 2021

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    Aww omg kinda sad but so godddddd / ugh I love Elliot so much

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    the one with the cicadas in group chat, the one with them so caring and just There for Eliot and it's Nice. Also Hozier.

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  20. 12 Nov 2020

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    Parker catches him by the elbow, another night, another rough job, another street corner, Hardison just behind her with that soft look in his eyes. It's Hardison who says, “Hey man, you all right?" but it's Parker who holds his gaze, who stares right at Eliot until the “No," punches out of him -- worse than a bullet wound. Worse than a lung full of blood. But it's, shit, they don't ask about the big things so he thinks, maybe, that he can give them the little ones sometimes. He thinks that he'll never understand why they love him, but loving them is like... like actually having something he once believed in the way a man can believe in a god. For years Eliot venerated real adoration as something he could think about, could see in the abstract, but never get close enough to touch. And now somehow there’re these flesh and blood people who fit against his torn-up edges, who let him care for them in his gruff, dangerous way, who lay bare for him the bests and worsts of themselves and know without asking that he'll honor that. There're these much better souls who keep making the choice to sit down with his wounded one, trusting him to tender himself when they’re hurt or they’re sick and sit up with them when their nightmares come, who know in spite of all the terrible men he’s been that he’ll always, always have their backs. And it's the best goddamn thing in his whole stupid, fucked-up life, the two of them and the liberties they keep letting him take, and he thinks -- he thinks that maybe letting them love him doesn't have a damn thing to do with understanding why they'd want to. He thinks that he can let Hardison pull him into a hug right here on the street, let Parker press up against them both with one of Eliot's hand in hers; he thinks that he can let them hear the way his breathing quickens, roughens, settles back down.

  21. 11 Nov 2020

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