
for a moment, he contemplates denying there’s anything wrong. it’s a lost cause from the second he thinks it, though – there’s purple blotches beneath his eyes, skin pale, eyelids slowly blinking up at the other boy. elwood looks exhausted, is the thing, but he also knows that no matter how much he wants to, he can’t sleep. hades knows he’s tried. ❛ i wish i could say you’re exaggerating. ❜ elwood offers a self deprecating laugh, though it falls short, cut off too soon and too harshly to be genuine ; and he thinks that’s his problem, lately – he either shows too much emotion, or none at all. every time he sees lucas it’s as though he’s hit with the force of a tidal wave, every single memory flooding back to him – he remembers late nights, coffee breaks at four in the morning, sleepless nights because they were too busy putting the world to rights. he remembers all those times lucas played with his hair, held him, until his mind was silent enough that he could finally sleep. he wonders, above all else, if lucas knows why he hasn’t slept. ❛ – … no, ‘ve not been sleeping. i can’t sleep – ❜ without you. ❛ on my own. the bed feels .. too empty. ❜
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