Tyrell's pov
I open my eyes. I only see a white, dirty ceiling.
What the... Where...
I look to my left. I can't help but smile.
Hm, Elliot.
He's still sleeping. He's so peaceful like this. No stress. No anxiety. No panic. No nothing. He's just there. Breathing.
What a beautiful thing.
The blanket is covering most of his lower body. I can see his scar though. My smile fades away.
It seems like he still doesn't remember how he got that.
I feel bad for it. Of course I do. I had to shoot the man I love to stop him. To save our little project that failed anyway.
I turn my head back to facing the ceiling. A sigh escapes my lungs. I close my eyes for a moment but then I hear faint mumbling. Elliot readjusts himself.
I open my eyes. He has his right hand over me. His face is right next to mine. I can feel his calm breathing on my skin. He's so warm.
After few minutes Elliot wakes up.
"Hmwhat..." he mumbles and sits up.
He rubs his eyes and looks at me again.
"Tyrell?" he starts with a little bit confusion in his voice. "Oh... right."
He allows himself to fall back down next to me. He sighs.
"Last night... " he says and turns his head to face me. "It was awesome."
"Just fuck me already!" I say imitating him in a mocking way.
He looks away as he starts blushing. I laugh at him for a while.
"Stooop..." he murmurs and leans back to me again.
"Alright, alright," I say smiling.
I look at him. He's looking at me. Complete silence.
"Tyrell?" he whispers softly after a while.
"Yeah?" I ask and look deep in his big eyes.
"I... uh..." he whispers hesitating, but still timidly smiling. "I love you."
"I love you too," I say, still smiling at him.
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Bonsoir, Elliot
FanfictionTyrelliot fanfic. The events occur to the time after season 2 finale of Mr. Robot so spoiler alert! (Might contain some sexual parts since Tyrell is involved so.... have fun. Also language warning I guess.) This will be my first fanfic in english. A...