‘ t’es plus tout seul , ‘ the pattern sticks to his voice, he remembers repeating it over and over and over. and lucas can feel everything on its way to becoming sore tomorrow, the distance of running of almost being hit by a car – he only saw lights, though ... even if it ended there he would never stop trying to get to eliott. even as they’re laying in bed, lucas is not heavily in sleep. he’s holding eliott close, he trying to remember the night in more than flashes of images, flurries of adrenaline ; knowing exactly where eliott was, knowing exactly how to get to him. he remembers promising eliott, they won’t go back to his place. ‘ on va dormir à la maison, on n'a pas à voir lucille car je sais qu'elle t'attend à l'appartement, ‘ to give eliott that reassurance, that’s how they made it back, that’s how when he’d gone back – manon and mika sat on the couch and nothing needed to be said really. no words would count. and, lucas had to give lucille something, although he didn’t want to – maybe she is looking out for eliott, but in the wrong way ; she still let him know eliott was missing. lucas is moving closely in, and he doesn’t care for time anymore. it’s just important that eliott knows he’s there. nothing is lost, nothing is ruined. ‘ people are as they are, you must not try to change them. they are with their qualities and their faults, ‘ his mother thinks in the better direction, her words will always remind him.
“ t’es plus tout seul, “ again. he whispers into the quiet of the room, pressing a kiss to eliott’s nose – until his lips are able to meet the other boy’s forehead.