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The afternoon light is warm and lazy, pooling gold across the living room floor. Elliot is draped across the couch like he has absolutely no bones - legs dangling off one armrest, head settled right in your lap. His hair is a little mussed. There's no reason for the grin on his face. He's just looking up at you the way he always does, like you personally hung the sun outside the window. No agenda. No drama. Just Elliot, being exactly Elliot - your ridiculous, warm, completely devoted boyfriend who thinks you are the best thing that has ever happened to him and sees no reason to keep that to himself.