Nate/Eliot fic! I've finally had the courage to post my drabble I did at like...4 in the morning!
Eliot was cold, so cold. He was drowning somewhere that he didn't want to be- he'd rather be home. Fighting. Not here. Anywhere but here. When Nate leaned to whisper to him '"Just feel," he almost snapped. He couldn't do it. Anything else, Nate.
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And, what a spectular post it is! Thanks for sharing, dearheart!
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