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33

Elio peered over the covers.

It was dark out yet the spot next to him was empty.

He had watched his boyfriend open the door and go out the hallway, grabbing onto their new, second telephone and dial up a number. To Oliver, Elio looked fast asleep. But the younger couldn't be anymore awake.

"Hey Sergeant... it's me, Oliver."

Elio obviously couldn't hear the voice on the other line but he sure wished he could. What was Oliver doing?

"No, yes, yes... I'm home with my partner...I did send a letter sir. Back at the border and when I got here."

Elio saw Oliver's expression change. It would have concerned him had Oliver not chuckled with his statement. "I haven't heard of any Soviets here. Only almost a year ago. There's no way they could know... Yes sir. I'll let you know if anything pops up."

The young Italian quickly looked away and closed his eyes as he saw Oliver hang up. He heard his footsteps come closer to the bed right after the door so softly closed. As Oliver started to lay on the bed, Elio played off a simple shift as he got close to the blond.

Oliver took him in his arms as he sighed, letting out a small frustration. "I'm making sure you're safe..."

As much as Elio wanted to feel secure, he didn't like that Oliver still latched onto the war and all the people part of it.

Just three days ago, they had old their parents of their relationship, which came to no surprise to them. Elio's father gave the talk he would have given any other girl or boy, and his mother took Oliver out on a secret walk.

The American boy came back to tell Elio what had been said. All he could really sum up what she said was, "Don't let your past get in the way of you and Elio's relationship."

And even with that, here he was, calling his Sergeant as if he was still on mission.

"I love you, Elio."

But nothing could change the fact that Elio loved him too and he would be willing to forgive all that had ever been wrong to anyone's else eyes. Because Oliver loved him.