@everythingisincontext | in response to this meme
Zack was, in a word: furious.
They hadn’t been home. They’d been away on a legitimate job, one that required just their acting skills and not their grifting skills. It was the only way Eliot had managed this. If Zack had been there--
“Don’t ever fucking do that again, you wankstain,” the actor grumbled, their tone acidic but their touch so gentle as they tended to Eliot. “I know you’re tough, but don’t fucking hide it when you’re hurt! I came home expecting affection, not having to catch you when you fainted!”




















