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[It's the day after, and Elijah can't help thinking about everything that had happened the night before. It's really Skov that he's worried about, because Skov was.. he didn't know exactly, but sometimes when they scuffled it felt like it meant like something. And not just because he wanted to kiss the blood from his mouth, even if he thought that Swan might punch him in the face for it. He sorta wanted to kiss Swan too though, because he was a fucking gay disaster and not blind.

He thought about texting Skov first, but it seemed stupid when they were in the same fucking dorm building, anyway. So he just walks down the hall, not even bothering to grab his jacket or put on his shoes, because once the idea is in his head he needs to do it now. Although he does grab a few butterscotch candies on his way out the door so that he has something to suck on, something to do with his hands- a way to distract himself from all the ways that this could go bad.

So he knocks and just stands there until someone answers the door, trying to look casual, but he fidgets, subtly shifting from foot to foot.]

[Skov looked...ruffled when he opened the door. Literally ruffled; hair messy, clothes wrinkled, barefoot like he'd just crawled out of bed. And maybe he had, all things considered.

When he saw Elijah he froze for a moment, then reached out to pull him into a hug. Skov was normally a hugger, but this was- it wasn't just because he was glad to see the other boy. He held onto him for longer than was necessary but he couldn't help it.]

Hey, man.

[With great reluctance, he let go, taking a step back.]

What brings you to, uh...here?

[Elijah swallows for a moment as he looks Skov over. He looks ruffled, like he just crawled out of bed, but it's- endearing, more than anything. It makes him look even cuter than he usually does, almost bordering on adorable. It gives him the desire to kiss him, because he's still a hot gay mess, and Skov always brings it out in him a bit more than everyone else.

He sniffles a little, his eyes misted when Skov pulls him into a hug. Because.. well, he hadn't known what he was expecting entirely, but it wasn't this. His expectations had been more to the flavor of wary looks and tensed shoulders, like Skov thought that maybe Eli would devour him, too. Which he would if given half an invitation, to be fair, but that would be in a very different sense. More Skov's cock on his tongue instead of teeth on skin-- well, maybe a little bit of teeth on skin. But only if he liked it, if he wanted him to.

So it catches him off-guard, almost knocks him off balance so that he clutches to Skov a little harder than he really meant to. Or maybe he just wasn't admitting to himself how much he needed this. Because he clutches at him tight, and holds on a moment too long, still a little wobbly when they part.]

I just... I wanted to see you. I mean- I thought maybe we could hang out, if you wanted to.

[The previous night had been rough. Skov had been awake for a while but had spent most of the day lying in bed so far. There was a lot to process, a lot he was still wrapping his mind around. The idea of Eli hurting him or something hadn't been one of the thoughts he'd been grappling with. It was more about how close they'd all come to losing Kavinsky and how fucking awful a world without him in it would be.

Not only that, but Elijah was super fucking cool. Skov had always thought he was cool but now he was even cooler. And hot. And sweet. Dreamy, even, not to be too punny.]

Yeah, c'mon in.

[He gestured Eli into the room, turning to kick aside a pair of pants on the floor so they wouldn't be tripped over.]

I was worried- I mean I thought-

[He rubbed at the back of his neck.]

Last night was wild. Like, it could have been really bad. But you were amazing.

[He exhales in a way that's more obvious than he thinks it is. Like there's relief that comes with the way that Skov invites him in. He doesn't exactly flush, but he smiles, looking at Skov with something that's warm, and almost adoring because he can't help himself. Elijah preens a little bit under the attention, the way that Skov looks at him, the way that he says amazing.]

I was scared that you would- fuck, I dunno. I wasn't sure what you- what any of you would think. I've never really told anyone before. Sure as shit not like that.

[Dimitri had known and that had been enough, as far as he had been concerned. He'd always meant to tell Aidan- would have if it ever came up- but it was easy to just keep pushing it further out until all of a sudden it wasn't. Until all of a sudden there was no one for him to save. He shrugs his shoulders a little bit helplessly, pushing into Skov's space, catching his hand as their shoulders collide together.]

I'm just glad that we didn't lose anyone. I don't know what I would have done.

[He shivers, tugging him toward Skov's bed with a sigh. He just wants to curl up with him, bury his face into his shoulder and feel the warmth of him against him. He wanted more than that too- he had a lot of filthy thoughts about the Dream Pack boys, though nothing he ever talked about, nothing he really intended to act on. But he still wanted Skov, felt like he steadied him a little, not that he could have explained it.]

I didn't really have any plans. But maybe we can just order pizza or something, watch Netflix and chill. I just- after last night I feel better when I can see your stupid face.

[He says it like a tease, like a joke, but he curls fingers in his hair, looking into his eyes. And there's feelings there, even if Eli hasn't really worked through them yet, and certainly wouldn't know how to say them. He wouldn't even know where to start. He wasn't supposed to want him he was sure, but it burned him all the same.]

I'm not sure I know what I think about everything yet, but I know you were amazing. And you're not like, a shitty person. And you saved K. Those are the important parts.

[He shoved the door shut after Elijah was inside, then moved with him easily. He perked up at the mention of pizza, smiling almost shyly when Eli said he felt better when he saw his face.

Really, he had a lot of questions but he wasn't sure what he should start with or if any of them would be rude. He tried not to be rude when it came to people he cared about, after all.]

Yeah, that sounds good. I'd love some pizza. And you know, for the record, I like seeing your face, too.

[Elijah flushes a little this time, his smile almost sweet before he shrugs it off. And he wants to say something, but he doesn't quite know what to say, either. He hums thoughtfully as he sits down on the edge of Skov's bed, looking up at him with a slow blink of his eyelashes. But rather than say anything meaningful, he instead opens with:]

Pepperoni? We can get some of their ice tea, since I'm assuming you've got something to spike it with.

[He grins impishly, stealing his phone out of his pocket to call it in since he really didn't want to go anywhere. And it wasn't like Nino's didn't know where the Aglionby dorms were by now. But afterwards the quiet settles, and he looks up at Skov, letting his hands settle on his hips so that he can tug him in a little bit closer. Which gives him rather specific sorts of filthy thoughts, but he's trying to not get too distracted here--]

I've never really... told anyone about this stuff before. But I guess, I dunno. I wouldn't mind if it was you.

[Which was as close to saying that he wouldn't mind if Skov asked as he knew how to get. Because he knew that he had to have questions, didn't he? He nuzzled in against his stomach, playfully more than anything, but it still makes his heart race.]

Yeah, pepperoni's great. And of course I do.

[He wouldn't be him if he didn't have some alcohol around to put into drinks.

He let Elijah call in the order without interruption, flushing a little when he caught him by the hips and pulled him in closer. Skov was two seconds away from inviting himself into Eli's lap when the other boy nuzzled his stomach and Skov forgot all coherent thought for a moment. Gently, he threaded his fingers through Eli's hair.]

How'd you learn to do it? Like, when'd you learn you could?

[And by 'it' he meant...everything. Everything he'd witnessed last night. Was there more than that? Could Elijah do other fantastic things, too? He was already amazing as it was. Before, Skov had been content with his own life, more or less- at least when he was around the pack. Now, knowing there were people who could do such cool stuff...he felt a little plain and boring in comparison.]

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