The morning was slow and groggy. It was bizarre to see Elton disheveled, he was always so put together. He was cute either way. We were both silently sitting at the dinning room table, drinking tea. He was staring out the window and tracing his finger on the rim of the mug.
"Thank you for letting me stay here." I interrupted the silence. He moved his head towards me before looking back at the window. He took a sip of tea.
"It's nothing really."
"It's not nothing."
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Elton and I were watching a movie on the tv. He was still quit and reserved. Was he tired? Was he angry at me?
"Elton?"
"Hmm?"
"You've been quiet, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing important."
I scooted closer to him and put my arm around him. Elton stiffened up, clearly uncomfortable. Defeated, I let go and scooted away.
"I'm sorry..." I said in a hushed tone.
"It's not your fault..." He said almost like a confession.
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