elliott.

Elliott knew the impact he had on people when their issues came up. He supposed it was the fact that he was, well, so open. He didn’t understand the point in judging someone. At the psychologist mention Elliott couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh hell nah, I’m not smart enough for that.” Not at all.

“You don’t have to make it up for me!” He pulled an almost confused expression for a moment before a smile graced his face. “Trust me, it’s alright – if I didn’t want to hear it I wouldn’t.” Elliott didn’t like it when they loaded their issues on him, it’s what finally made him leave for yoga, but the occasional issue that he wasn’t actually caught in the middle of? He could cope with that.

“I think you’re cutting yourself short. You’re definitely smart enough for that. Besides?  I think for that line of work–what you need most is just to care for people.”  Elliott was one of those rare breeds that did exactly that in spades. He was such a kind hearted soul.  No wonder the ragtag group that the poor soul found himself flung into ended up clinging to Elliott so much.  The man brought a center of gravity with him wherever he want.  One talk and things just felt easier.

Blaine could only hope that feeling would last once he was on his own without Elliott’s aura of calm thereto make things feel okay.  Because they weren’t.  Blaine knew that.  He wasn’t blind. Facing it?  That was a whole other ballgame he wasn’t sure he was ready for.  Or if he ever would be.  Not wanting to burden Elliott more with those thoughts–Blaine merely smiled and held up a hand to protest.  “I insist. Please?   We can talk all about your yoga retreat.  Or what you want to do now that you’re home again.  I don’t know–get drinks and talk about nothing that makes sense.  Anything that involves laughing and having a good time would be great.  You deserve it and I could use it,” his nose scrunched and he squinted pleadingly. “Fair enough?”