[ yeah if he doesn't move he'll keep falling on him. tragic.
elysium is chipper as he replaces thorns in the driver's seat. who knows if he can truly handle a five minute drive, but what's the worst that can happen? it's dead at night. there's no traffic. this will be fine. ]
I'd be doing a lot more than just killing you in that case…
[ he is not the elysium who'd choose thorns in a trolley problem. he feels well enough to drive… in theory… at least, he wouldn't actively want to cause anyone any problems on the road. ]
except, relax just means he will spend the whole ride staring at elysium. there doesn't seem to be any purpose behind the stare other than to simply look at him as he tries to figure out his jumbled emotions.
he supposes elysium must have figured him out, although thorns isn't sure how; he doesn't think he's acted anything other than platonic this whole time, since he thinks elysium was asleep when the incident that actually got him caught happened. hmm. ]
[ what kind of resting is this… he fights the urge to squirm, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. the rearview mirror still gives him a decent enough view of thorns though, which he's also trying to pointedly ignore.
they are so lucky the road's empty. ]
You're only realising how good of a view you had now?
[ okay, thorns had officially reached a point where he can't pretend this is anything other than blatant flirting. he is still confused though, because why is elysium doing this if he's over thorns?
he does not know how to react to this. unfortunately, he is like a man in an arid desert and he is desperately grasping the opportunity like he's found an oasis after several years? he can't fumble?
this is such a farcry from the other thread. ]
Yeah? How did that happen?
[ tries to sound chill only to pitch himself higher anyway ]
[ the way they're even having a conversation at all. incredible. ]
Not even when we were modeling…?
[ it sounds like he's complaining about this but
he's legitimately going through it, very briefly putting his head down on his aheel at a traffic light. the person behind him honks; he groans and starts moving again. what he and thorns thinks is attractive differs. wild. ]
but thorns has always known elysium is attractive, that's not really the problem. but the modeling job had happened right after elysium revealed his old (or not old?) feelings, and thorns was struggling to come to terms with that. the last thing he was going to do was focus on his own emotions when he was coming to terms with that he hurt his best friend. ]
[ this may be the worst confession of all time, lads.
this is thorns' first one and he does not know how to react to this reaction, even though elysium is clearly doing the thing where he rambles because he's nervous. but thorns has no idea what he should be responding to here. so much is happening. ]
[ thorns continues to just look at elysium, thinking once again of how unfortunate this is going. elysium literally just left the hospital after a deeply unflattering procedure and this is where they are now.
[ he seems to have come to a belated realisation. he is also so close to hitting the car in front of them trying to turn in the middle of nowhere he has to slam on his breaks.
if his stomach was not pumped he may have just thrown up here and now. this is the best confession of all time, why did thorns allow this. ]
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I'm not. How do you want me to convince you?
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[ the only way to do so would be to drive and not pass out, but in order to drive he needs to convince him. it is a catch-22... ]
You can try to make me get up.
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[ he stares at thorns again. he kisses him closer to his mouth, but not quite. ]
Move.
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that was another kiss. did elysium fall and his mouth landed on him? is that what's happening... ]
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elysium is chipper as he replaces thorns in the driver's seat. who knows if he can truly handle a five minute drive, but what's the worst that can happen? it's dead at night. there's no traffic. this will be fine. ]
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[ he will use any threat necessary for elysium to seriously consider his next move.
as he tries to figure out what this all means. ]
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[ he is not the elysium who'd choose thorns in a trolley problem. he feels well enough to drive… in theory… at least, he wouldn't actively want to cause anyone any problems on the road. ]
It's a short drive, but try to rest up for a bit.
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except, relax just means he will spend the whole ride staring at elysium. there doesn't seem to be any purpose behind the stare other than to simply look at him as he tries to figure out his jumbled emotions.
he supposes elysium must have figured him out, although thorns isn't sure how; he doesn't think he's acted anything other than platonic this whole time, since he thinks elysium was asleep when the incident that actually got him caught happened. hmm. ]
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they are so lucky the road's empty. ]
You're only realising how good of a view you had now?
[ stop. ]
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is he... a whore?
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I figured that out a few weeks ago.
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he does not know how to react to this. unfortunately, he is like a man in an arid desert and he is desperately grasping the opportunity like he's found an oasis after several years? he can't fumble?
this is such a farcry from the other thread. ]
Yeah? How did that happen?
[ tries to sound chill only to pitch himself higher anyway ]
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thorns just continues to look at the side of his face. ]
I don't know. It fully hit me at the wedding though.
[ you know. the event that elysium can't remember like half of. ]
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Not even when we were modeling…?
[ it sounds like he's complaining about this but
he's legitimately going through it, very briefly putting his head down on his aheel at a traffic light. the person behind him honks; he groans and starts moving again. what he and thorns thinks is attractive differs. wild. ]
It should've been when we were modeling.
[ grumbles again. ]
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[ he's going to kill him.
but thorns has always known elysium is attractive, that's not really the problem. but the modeling job had happened right after elysium revealed his old (or not old?) feelings, and thorns was struggling to come to terms with that. the last thing he was going to do was focus on his own emotions when he was coming to terms with that he hurt his best friend. ]
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… Yeah. You could've pulled a dramatic reversal. 'I was into you this entire time, too.' … something like that.
But maybe that would've just raised its own problems. Like, did you only figure it out because you finally hit puberty…?
[ instead, they can both die when thorns inevitably wants to end him then himself. he really needs to stop running his mouth. ]
Wait. That can still be it. [ … ] Is that how it is? I'd be fine with it.
[ he doesn't know in another universe it was the other way around ]
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this is thorns' first one and he does not know how to react to this reaction, even though elysium is clearly doing the thing where he rambles because he's nervous. but thorns has no idea what he should be responding to here. so much is happening. ]
Feel free to crash the car.
[ put him out of his misery.... ]
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[ he has lived the entire last few weeks thinking thorns doesn't have eyes? he has eyes but not like that. ]
Love can come after. You don't need to feel guilty about it. My——parents. My parents didn't raise a quitter. You already know, don't you?
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he turns to stare out the window instead. ]
Love can come after?
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Is there something wrong with what I said?
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[ this feels like the longest car ride of his life.
granted, he is realizing that he failed to actually say something outright. ]
I like you.
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[ this sounds almost instinctive. ]
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[ he seems to have come to a belated realisation. he is also so close to hitting the car in front of them trying to turn in the middle of nowhere he has to slam on his breaks.
if his stomach was not pumped he may have just thrown up here and now. this is the best confession of all time, why did thorns allow this. ]
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this is such whiplash. thorns is too surprised by the sudden stop that it takes an extra ten seconds for him to decipher what elysium had just said. ]
No you don't.
[ counters his confession ]
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