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   “You don’t gotta say it. Honest. You don’t gotta say it, and I’ont want you saying it unless you mean it ‘n you want to.” Elvis shook his head for emphasis as he sunk into the leather seats. Despite the fact that the situation was highly unexpected, and Dmitri could not find it in himself to reciprocate the sentiment in a similar fashion, Elvis felt... oddly content. “You’re welcome,” he said, reaching across the seat to grab Dmitri’s hand. 

otg: Mechanic @ Makeout Point

 “Hey, wait a minute.” Elvis scooted closer to Dimitri, and picked up his white tee off the backseat floor to wipe the mess from Dimitri’s stomach. His attention wasn’t with the state of his shirt, but rather Dimitri’s wellbeing--which wasn’t seeming too well. “Who says it ain’t gonna be? This doesn’t have’ta change anything. It’s just, like, somethin’ extra. I can’t hide it innymore, an’ if I could, I would, but... I know it ain’t the end all. ‘Least I don’t want it to be the end all.” Elvis sat back and took a good look at Dimitri, unsure of himself now more than ever. “Is it?”

otg: Mechanic @ Makeout Point

    “Um.” Elvis sucked at his teeth, idly rubbed his shoulder, and ran through his typical textbook awkwardness until his throat was itching to speak again. He could see no point in lying or tucking away the issue, and to deny it would potentially make the situation worse. Elvis shrugged. “Yeah, Dimitri, I did. ‘N I’m sorry if that makes you feel bad or anything, but... it just is what it is.”

otg: Mechanic @ Makeout Point

      “Shuddup–j-jus’ shuddup! I’m not cryin’…!” Dmitri shook his head and pressed the back of his hand against his nose. Suddenly, the car was chilly. Quickly, Dmitri pulled up his boxers, trying to keep from crying, but the tears had already built up. The radio still hummed. 

    Elvis stayed quiet per Dimitri’s request, confined to his small corner of the backseat. “I dunno what to say to make you feel better, ‘cept for that I’m sorry I fucked everything up.” Whether it was the atmosphere or the actual temperature, the chilliness was creeping up on him too, so he leaned forward into the front seat to turn the heat on low before slinking back to where he was. “I wasn’t tryin’ to make you upset or nothin’. Honest.”

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   “You don’t gotta say it back t’me.” Elvis was quick to interject. “You don’t. I don’t expect you too, neither.” Lord knows how many one-sided relationship he had had in the past. “I told ya, I don’t know. It happens sometimes,” his tone was quite obviously nervous, and he looked to Dimitri for the first time since he was shoved away. “Aw fuck. Don’t-- Are you cryin’? I’m sorry. Please, honestly it was--” An accident? A mistake? Elvis wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that he regret saying it, but that he regret Dimitri heard him.