[His eyes shift up, looking into Elliot's. Very slowly, he leans up, pressing cool lips to the side of the boy's jaw. It feels strange, to express affection, but... Elliot did it first. And it feels right. His hand squeezes the one in his grip tightly.]
Tomorrow's your birthday, right? The day that celebrates you?
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Date: 2011-10-24 05:02 am (UTC)Tomorrow's your birthday, right? The day that celebrates you?