#rosaline.

@longl1ve texted luc : are you awake?

Here’s the thing. For someone who grew up in an incredibly dysfunctional family, Elias had a habit of treating his friends like they were his family. To him, this meant giving them whatever they needed or wanted without question, showing them attention, protecting them, basically loving them in his own, weird special way. Rosaline had basically been his family since they were kids, and Elias has felt lucky for it every day since.  All of those years of friendships means that they know each other pretty well, and so Elias knows, of course, that after everything that happened with Cece, Rosaline would be a wreck. Not that he wasn’t, of course, but he had learned to bottle his feelings up far too long ago. 

text ⇄ fam

Watching the babies be born was literally the highlight of his life. He had cried more tears than he ever actually remembered crying, and when he has to put them down for them to sleep, he kind of pouts about it. People have been filtering through for a while, dropping off gifts and cooing over the twins, congratulating Casey and himself, and it’s overwhelming, of course, but in a good way. He’s glad to be here, with his girlfriend who was a trooper, and his brand new babies, and a rock solid support system who showed up for the four of them today. Which makes him a little more emotional than he intends. He’s got Ophelia in his arms when Rose shows up, he’s rocking her gently and kind of just amazed, truly, by how tiny she is. He stops moving, the little shift from foot to foot he’s doing to keep the baby from crying and grins at his friend, his oldest friend, here to meet his kids. His heart feels weird at that but in a very good, proud, reassuring way. “Hi” he says quietly, leaning in to press a kiss to their cheek. “Thanks for coming.” @rosalinewx​