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[ for a moment, elliot's hand around him feels perfectly normal, natural. it takes leo a minute after as they walk down the hall of the space station to remember that it's different now. that elliot is dating him. that elliot asked for this. that they're no longer holding hands like best friends. that this is more than simple friendship.

leo is glad that elliot is walking ahead of him. it's easier to hide the hint of color that shows on his face. he curls his fingers around elliot's for a little firmer grip, and smiles to himself. ]

You should have learned something from him in five months. What have you been doing, then?

Trying to live, mostly. A lot of stupid shit has happened while you were sleeping Leo. Every time I thought things were finally settling down and I could do something with myself another crisis was thrown our way.

_{[He sighs, squeezing Leo's hand when he feels his grip tighten. Leo's not the only one with pink cheeks.]}

It's been a lot, Leo. I don't even know if Nessy's alive.

What?

... I didn't pay too much attention, but I think she must still be there in the pod. Aren't they all just sleeping?

Not Vanessa, Leo. Nessy! My cat...

--Oh!

[ how could he forget... the cat... ]

Why don't you know if she's alive? Where are you staying now? What happened?

_{[HOW COULD YOU FORGET THEIR DAUGHTER]}

Some asshole decided to resurrect some undead angry dragon and tried to destroy everything. It's why we're all up here right now. She ran away at the beginning of all the chaos...

[ LOOK SHE WAS MORE YOUR DAUGHTER OK, CATLADY ]

That sounds horrible.

Sorry I wasn't there to help... Is Gilbert with you?

Horrible only barely scratches the surface.

_{[And as for his brother...]}

He's resting. He used Raven down there and so he's tired.

I see.

[ ... he squeezes elliot's hand. ]

I'm glad you're safe.

_{[He can't help but return the squeeze. He's glad that Leo's safe, that he managed to skip out on the disaster.]}

I'm glad that you didn't have to experience it.

I'd much rather go through it with you than sleep all that time away.

[ it's not his fault, but leo feels guilty anyway. there's nothing to do about it now, so he drops the topic and instead readily pokes his head around the corner when the familiar sight of the cafeteria rolls around. the last time he was here... someone was making a meal out of blood?

while he would normally wonder if that guy would be here again, leo actually doesn't feel like seeing blood right now. ]

Did Gilbert not teach you to make anything? Not even a sandwich?

_{[It's so...natural to have his fingers laced between Leo's. Sure, his hand was smaller, but in a way he's glad for it. It fits nice, like it was made to be held by his. There's a snort at the sandwich remark. Really?]}

Do you think Gilbert would let me near the kitchen if he was around?

True. He's probably worried you'd cut a finger or something.

[ i mean. those are not unfounded worries. ]

Do you know how to boil an egg?

He's also worried that I don't eat enough vegetables.

_{[Annoying!! Brother!! Gilbert Nightray!!]}

Actually I do, thank you very much! I can make a very good hard boiled egg, Leo.

Oh?

Did Gilbert actually let you go near a stove?

No...it was awhile ago and it wasn't our stove.

_{[Which means he didn't know that Elliot could boil an egg. Incredible, secret knowledge.]}

I see.

Why were you boiling eggs away from home, then?

Because someone was teaching me and I went to their house.

_[Huff.]

Not that it matters...he's gone too.

That's okay. You're still here and that's all that matters.

Now make me that sandwich.

_{[Hearing that has Elliot feeling a bit better, even if the comment that follows has him squeezing Leo's hand a little too tight.]}

That's what you want? It won't be very good.

I want to try your cooking. Is that okay?

It is but...

_{[He's just...going to get a little huffy...but it's Fine. It's Fine...]}

If you die from food poisoning it's not my fault.

It'd be kind of your fault.

[ he's a little hesitant in letting go of elliot's hand, but he does it anyway and goes to sit at one of the nearer tables to the kitchen, chin propped on his palms. ]

Go on, I'll be right here.

[ waiting to get served. ]

_{[Grumbling under his breath Elliot reluctantly takes his hand back, only to hurry off to make his servant a sandwich. Is this what the world has come to?

At least he can make a sandwich though. That's one thing he's managed to learn how to do. It's nothing fancy - just peanut butter, jam and toast all put together and cut haphazardly in half on a diagonal. He returns soon enough, setting the plate and in turn his offering before Leo.]}

Here.

[ apparently it has come to this... leo sitting here while his master is off in the kitchen making him a meal. a tiny part of him feels a little guilty for this, but it's nice to be able to sit here and have an excuse to simply watch elliot fumble around the kitchen. it's cute. it doesn't feel like home, but maybe it's better for them to be here, than back home.

he perks up when elliot returns with his sandwich. it's sloppy and crude, and leo pokes at it with a finger before looking back up at elliot. ]

This won't kill me, right?

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