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[kngofhell]

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Elias: I realize how late it is

Elias: Casey's gone into labour

Elias: I'll keep you updated, but its Mount Sinai-St Lukes.

Elias: It's happening!

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@tonisullivcn

Elias wishes it were easier to ignore Toni Sullivan. Instead, it seems like fate—(or something like it)—means to push them together: first, side-by-side at the lake; and now, when they share a major and far too many classes, it feels like Toni’s always at the corner of his eye. As far as Elias is concerned, though, they have nothing in common. If they had, some reason why they were both chosen that night, it hardly matters anymore. They’re different now; or, at least, Elias is, no longer the timid thing he was when he came to Augustine, when he didn’t know who to be or where he fit in. 

But he knows now, and he’s unafraid to be vicious with it. To do what he’s bid without question, and sometimes with something like relish. 

He doesn’t say no to Théo’s whims, even when they take him away from his classes, or from a supposedly all-important professor-led review session prior to their final. And so it leaves him reluctantly seeking out Toni in the halls, pretending to be casual, like it’s something he does every day. “Do you—have the notes from yesterday?” He says, trying on something like a smile, even though on his face it’s less than cheerful. Persuasion has never been his strongest suit.