voice;

[forhishonor]

[ fail!filtered from the pandora hearts cast ]

[ someone's been brooding for the past several days, and not even the chance to play with cute kittens has made him feel much better. he's been pondering over things, and very specific things too, but hasn't yet figured out how to go about doing said things.

which is why he's turning to the city now. ]

If you want answers to something, but no one will tell you, what's the best way of getting those answers for yourself?

[ and it's fail-filtered because he still doesn't really understand technology, okay. :( ]

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action;

[dispossess]

[ It hurts to hear that; he knows what this is about, and while part of him wishes that Elliot would just leave it alone, not pry into things, it can't end well-- he also knows that this is something Elliot deserves to know. He's been lying and hiding the truth for so long, and even if he thinks-- even if he knows-- it's for Elliot's own good, it's obvious that not everyone shares that sentiment.

Not everyone knows.

So he'll knock on Elliot's door, only half-hoping that he's here today. ]

action;

[forhishonor]

[ Elliot's not much in the mood to talk to people (at least, people who currently live with him), but people haven't really knocked on his door for petty reasons yet, so he'll humor whoever it is at his door. ]

Come in.

action;

[dispossess]

[ It's a second's pause before he does turn the doorknob, stepping into the room. He doesn't want to talk about this, never wanted to have to, but he knows he has less of a choice now than he once did. Than he ever did, except after it became impossible to tell him anything. ]

I'm sorry.

[ It's all he says, for now. ]

action;

[forhishonor]

[There's a time to be civil, and a time to yell. Elliot thinks it might not hurt if he tries the former, again, see how far it gets him this time. But he's tired, of people hiding things and treating him like nothing but a child, and he's honestly not sure how much more he can take.]

For what?

[He tries to be as neutral as he can, and hopes that it doesn't scare Leo back into whatever dark corner it is he likes to seclude himself in. Maybe, maybe this time...things'll be different.]

action;

[dispossess]

[ He's nervous, it's clear on his face and in his posture--but more than that, he's upset. Upset that he has to tell Elliot about this, even though he'll forget, upset that he has to think about it again, relive all of it again, and for what?

For Elliot's temporary sense of relief, to satisfy some need in himself to apologize and to keep apologizing because he can't erase what's happened, this is only splashing paint over a gaping hole and praying that it holds for some amount of time, however long he can feel that he isn't the worst person in the world. ]

It isn't that we don't want to tell you-- it's difficult. You...

[ He cuts himself off, doesn't want to say "you don't understand," not when Elliot's actually listening. ]

I'm sorry.

[ Not just for not telling him, for everything. For what he's made Elliot into. ]