[God, but there was something about that word. Home. How long had it been since he'd been back? He could, of course, just tell his parents he was coming home for the weekend, buy a plane ticket. Easy as anything.
Sure.
Except that he'd have to admit that he wasn't fine. And so he doesn't.
It makes the Barns hit a little deeper, curl closer to his heart -- or maybe he's just that rattled, that undone. Dimitri a hurt that he doesn't even know how to let himself mourn. He doesn't know for sure. He looks up at the roof and quirks a jaunty half-salute at the bird.
But there's something soft in his eyes, a complicated hurt, bleaker than he could put into words. He's half-tipsy off cheap beer already, so it's probably for everyone's good that Elijah ends up here, and not out on his own. But he unties his boots and toes them off to the side of the door without complaint, stepping inside after Ronan in soft black socks.
He hesitates a moment, and then shrugs his jacket off. Just a tank top underneath, ink up his arms.
Dreams on his skin.]
It's a nice place.
[The hush in his voice says it's more than nice, but Eli has never been good at putting that into words. Fuck. He needs a drink.]
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[God, but there was something about that word. Home. How long had it been since he'd been back? He could, of course, just tell his parents he was coming home for the weekend, buy a plane ticket. Easy as anything.
Sure.
Except that he'd have to admit that he wasn't fine. And so he doesn't.
It makes the Barns hit a little deeper, curl closer to his heart -- or maybe he's just that rattled, that undone. Dimitri a hurt that he doesn't even know how to let himself mourn. He doesn't know for sure. He looks up at the roof and quirks a jaunty half-salute at the bird.
But there's something soft in his eyes, a complicated hurt, bleaker than he could put into words. He's half-tipsy off cheap beer already, so it's probably for everyone's good that Elijah ends up here, and not out on his own. But he unties his boots and toes them off to the side of the door without complaint, stepping inside after Ronan in soft black socks.
He hesitates a moment, and then shrugs his jacket off. Just a tank top underneath, ink up his arms.
Dreams on his skin.]
It's a nice place.
[The hush in his voice says it's more than nice, but Eli has never been good at putting that into words. Fuck. He needs a drink.]