❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞
"Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?"
"Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a...
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"It's...uh...it's a bit late for you to drive home, isn't it?"
"No...uh...it's okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah I...I'll be fine."
"But what if...what if you fall asleep at the wheel?"
"I won't."
"But you could."
"But I won't."
"But you...you could."
She laughed, seeing where he was going with this. Her head was still a little dizzy from his kisses, leaving her brain scrambled and unable to truly comprehend what had just happened. But, for some reason, this just made her a little more confident. She didn't really want to think about what all this meant just yet. It was easier to see it simply. A kiss. Kisses. They liked each other. No need for labels or anything like that. Just simplicity. No afterthoughts. Just big smiles and confidence that seemed to have been plucked from nowhere. "Elliot, do you just want me to stay the night?"
He looked away and scratched the nape of his neck, avoiding eye contact. "...yeah."
"Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to spend the night. As...as long as I leave first thing in the morning."
His grin was as wide as it had ever been before. But for some reason, it meant a little something more this time. "Of course."
