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George didn’t like to think about the darkness in his heart, didn’t like to think about the dark thoughts lurking beneath the surface. But they were there, like a shadow that could engulf him at any minute.
Elliot always helped bring some light to him, temporarily dispersing the shadow, but there was the problem- the darkness only ever left temporarily.
George wasn’t depressed- not clinically, anyway- but he also wasn’t the most cheery person. He worked Elliot’s issues out, and then found there wasn’t much energy left for him. Elliot helped whenever he could, and it always worked, but George was tired. Drained.
“Come to bed.” Elliot whispered in George’s ear. George looked up from the file that, despite having been in front of him for the last hour, was still blank.
“I need to finish this.”
“No you don’t.” Elliot replied simply. He pulled George upwards and guided him to the bedroom. George shook his head. There was too much darkness to sleep without nightmares. Elliot seemed to understand immediately.
“It’ll be ok.” He whispered. He scooped George into his arms and kissed his forehead. “It will.”