#chat:eli

Abel pulled his coat on, combing his fingers through his growing hair to push it away from his face. He couldn’t let Eli go into the arena with the way they had left things the other day. He wanted Eli to know just how much he loved him, how much he cared, but most of all, he wanted Eli to enjoy himself, feel freedom for what could be the last time.

Plucking the skates from the table in his room, he pushed them into a bag so that they weren’t visible before he made his way to Eli’s room. He knocked, a little impatiently. “Eli?” he called through the door, and instantly regretted it, afraid that if Eli figured it was him, that he might not answer at all.