closed starter ft. @elliotfms.
Street lights do very little to illuminate the path home, early-morning darkness seeming to cover the whole world like a blanket. Normally, Caliban wouldn’t have stayed out so late, and that goes especially so for when he’s attending a party, but tonight he’d had his own reasons for wanting to stick around despite that. Casting his gaze to where Elliot walks at his side, he gives their hand a gentle squeeze, the little smile that curves up the corners of his lips visible despite the lack of light. “Your brother would probably literally kill me if he knew we were out here together.” Even walking home, and even perfectly safe, Cali can certainly imagine that. This is the first time he’s mentioned Fletcher, and after their encounter the other day, it will still come out of the blue for Elliot because of that reason.
Tripp’s is just up ahead, and the lazy, almost sluggish pace at which they walk betrays their lack of urgency on getting home. Being awake as long as he has should have him feeling all types of exhausted by now, but there’s something buzzing between them that has kept him on his toes pretty much the entire night. There always seems to be something between them, some sort of inexplicable electricity, a constant static that they ignore. That Cali ignores, really, more so than anyone. The thought makes his footsteps falter just so, just for a moment. “Let me walk you over to your place?” They live in the same neighborhood, but Elliot’s is a little bit further away from where they currently are than his. He’s just making an excuse. A very obvious one.
