Demon Cleaner / Eltorey

THREE

Elton knocked on his car window, where Corey was sitting and fuming. The older still had his keys, seeing as he had driven the two from their house to the site, meaning Corey couldn't drive off.

"Hey," Elton's voice was muffled through the glass, "can I please talk to you?"

Elton had followed Corey out of the house within a minute of the man's breakdown. "You know you have to say sorry," was all Corbin said before Elton agreed, setting his box down with their equipment and heading out.

Corey rolled down the window and stared at Elton, tears running down his cheeks. It felt like he had been betrayed. Elton was starting to mess with something he promised Corey he wouldn't mess with.

"Look," Elton said, placing his hands on his hips, "I'm sorry for having a temper, okay?"

Corey shook his head, "Elton," he started before getting cut off.

"Let me finish," Elton looked down at his feet, "Corey, I don't know why you've gone back to being so upset about our investigations. How do we know I even got possessed? You weren't in the room when it happened, you haven't even seen the full video yet. I feel fine. Maybe a little snappy but I've been tired, that's it."

Corey wiped a tear away from his eye, sniffling quietly.

"If a psychic, or medium, or someone told you that I am not possessed, because I'm not, would you go back to filming with me like normal?"

Corey shook his head quickly.

"Elton, I don't need a different medium to tell me about you. I live with you. I hear, see and feel you around me everyday. I think something's attached to you, something more than the usual energy you have."

Corey's voice cracked and he covered his mouth, "and I'm sorry for getting upset at you, but I'm terrified."

Elton put his hand on the car door, leaning in as Corey began to cry again. He wanted to reach in and rub Corey's shoulder, but knew the younger would probably shrug him off.

"About what?" Elton asked tiredly.
Corey sat back and attempted to catch his breath, small sobs escaping from his throat. He ran his fingers over his face, hoping to pause the stream of tears. He hated crying in front of Elton, the older's inability to display emotions had started to spread to him.

"I'm terrified that you've gone too far into the demonic and I won't be able to help you come back."

Elton frowned. As he watched Corey begin to cry again, it felt like a migraine had suddenly cleared from his head. He relaxed his face and stepped back.
Quickly, Elton pulled the car door open and wrapped his arms around Corey, squeezing him softly and allowing the younger to tuck his face in his neck.

Corey began to mumble something, unintelligible through his sobbing, before he was shushed.
"I'm sorry," Elton said, rubbing Corey's back, "I didn't want to make you cry."

Corey shook his head, gripping Elton's jacket in his hands before pulling away. The two stared at each other, so close that Corey could almost see his reflection in Elton's eyes.
His eyes.

The colour had come back, green and brown streaking together as the car's interior lights made them shine.
Corey's lips cracked a smile for a second, before he used the sleeve of his sweater to wipe at his nose. Elton took his thumb and brushed the tears off of Corey's cheeks before he stood back up, leaning his arm on the top of the open car door.

"We'll leave," he said quietly, "I'll tell the guys. Also there's tissues in the centre console."

With that, Elton walked back off towards the Whaley House. Corey was frozen, watching as the older disappeared up the wooden steps and through the front door.

Why had he switched up so easily?