[Eliot holds tight to him and huffs a pained little laugh.] Try not to think about pink elephants.
[It's impossible not to think about when someone he trusts and loves says he's been dead - all he can do is try to figure out HOW and WHY, and then want to drive an ice pick through his skull.]
So maybe just wrong place, wrong time? I hate that more. If I'm going to die I need it to be a vendetta and something elaborate and dramatic.
[Eliot bends his head over Caleb and kisses his forehead. He takes a deep breath, trying to think through the pain in his head.] Okay. Okay. Let me get dressed, and then help me back to the apartment, and if I can still see when I get there, we'll go from there, okay?
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[It's impossible not to think about when someone he trusts and loves says he's been dead - all he can do is try to figure out HOW and WHY, and then want to drive an ice pick through his skull.]
So maybe just wrong place, wrong time? I hate that more. If I'm going to die I need it to be a vendetta and something elaborate and dramatic.
[Eliot bends his head over Caleb and kisses his forehead. He takes a deep breath, trying to think through the pain in his head.] Okay. Okay. Let me get dressed, and then help me back to the apartment, and if I can still see when I get there, we'll go from there, okay?