#ikaxaide

     ✧ ⇢|| Now all he could do was wait and come back after a short walk outside to calm himself down as well. Non-observantly making his way away from the orphanage, the thought never once would occur to him of gaining the attention of anyone. Especially not with his appearance, to say the least.

A sigh leaves his lips and he decides to do what Elliot tells him to do - shut up. Instead of saying words that won’t help anyway, he just steps closer to his husband and reaches out with one hand. He should be there for him, shouldn’t he? He can’t just let him cry without attempting to help. And he knows that Elliot prefers to not explain his feelings, but just live through them. Gently wiping some of the tears away, he leans forward and lets their foreheads rest against each other. No words, just touches he doesn’t know, to take some of the sorrows away.

“So ...” A pause. “Are we supposed to ...” Looks at Elliot a little disstressed. “Kiss?”

[screeches wait no i meant in the modern au oh god --]

Pulling at the sleeve of the blonde he leans a little over; his feet hurt, he didn’t drink anything in hours and he’s really freaking hungry. How long are they in here already?!