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Eʟɪᴏᴛ "gayest cinnamon roll" Wᴀᴜɢʜ ([personal profile] sybaritic) wrote in [personal profile] royalpassport 2017-06-17 11:14 am (UTC)

after the glug-glug gala, not accidentally tagging you with ignis

As nights out go, Eliot has had plenty that ended in far more emotional wreckage than this, it's just ...usually that's him, and less frequently Margo, and generally they deal with that with like. Drugs. Or drugs and watching 4 AM Charmed reruns until neither of them can breathe from laughing.

Because he has two brain cells to rub together, he's pretty sure the adventures of Piper, Phoebe, and uhhh, the other one, Eliot stopped caring after Pru left, arent exactly what Jefferson needs. Therein lieth the problem, of course, he's not sure what his not!ex would find soothing. But maybe not all of his fake memories are useless, unless--you know, they are. He could just ask! If only that weren't directness and not dancing around a problem until it begged to be allowed to sit on the bleachers for a while.

So. Not that, yet. In the interim he brooks-no-arguments gets Jeff to sit on the couch, then flops next to him with one scrillion mile arm draped along its back. "I don't really know...how to ask if you want, um. Cuddling. I remember we used to do that, except we never have, but you--seem like you could use it. So. I'm here for that. No cuddle-kinkshaming, cross my heart."

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