the girls (non-gendered) are fighting He apologizes, but they both know Elio isn't sorry. Or at least he isn't as sorry as he used to be about upsetting her. Grown accustomed to it, might be the best way to put it - steady in ways the sun handles its rays, unrepentant, while she inhales through the shadows he can't touch. He hears him through it all, that assuredness, the gaze away while his touch is more than felt on his shoulder. Lorelei sees it, it's the carefulness in the tone maybe, the words chosen, a little smaller - tentative - he plays with her hair as to ground himself, she's not sure exactly how to stay mad as he does.
A huge sigh comes through eventually. She caves. A (shit-eating) grin eases on him, matches his whim. "You know you love me !" meets her "I do and it eats at me." "C'mon, it's not that bad." "To you, maybe." And he laughs, like it absolves him.
