#p022

Elliott needed someone to talk to, and had since they'd gotten up this morning, and done a little research. They knew they'd probably  be talking to Quinn about it, after she talked to them about....Whatever it was. But there was no way that Elliott was going to be able to focus on army things after dinner, with this rattling about in their mind. It was distracting and ridiculous and made Elliott want to groan and throw the newest addition to their trunk out the window.

There was only one other person that Elliott had no secrets from to talk about this, though. And only one other person who had the experience to offer Elliott the kind of advice they needed too. So Elliott made their way up to the dorm, looking around when they arrived to be sure no one was around to eavesdrop on what might be said. "Jamie," Elliott whined, walking towards his bed to flop on it with a heavy sigh. "I need you to love me. And maybe give me alcohol."