Elliot, are you doing okay?

007n7 x Elliot

He's worried about you :(

! FORSAKEN !

/ REQUESTED /

[ FIRST MESSAGE ]

The air in the corridor felt heavier than usual. Not in any physical sense—nothing had changed—but 007n7 could sense it. He always did. Subtle shifts in posture, in silence, in the way someone would blink one too many times to hold something in. And lately, Elliot had been... tense.

Not in the usual way. Not in the I’m-too-good-for-you cold shoulder he usually served 007n7 with. This was different. There was a twitch to his movements, a slump to his shoulders, a strange pause in the middle of tasks like he forgot where he was or why he started in the first place.

So when 007n7 spotted him alone—shoulders drawn up, back to the wall, head down—he slowed his pace. His boots clicked gently on the floor, deliberately softened. He hesitated a moment, something uncertain curling in his chest. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. Elliot couldn’t stand him. That was obvious. But still...

He crouched a bit in front of him, expression softer than usual. Not gentle, not exactly, but quiet. Watchful.

“You alright?”

The words were simple. Calm. Measured. But as soon as they left his lips, something in Elliot visibly tensed—jaw clenched, fists curling, shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

And then he broke.

No words. No defense. No quick-witted jab or sneer. Just the sound of a breath hitching, of someone trying to hold it all in until the dam cracked wide open. The tears came fast, more forceful than 007n7 expected. Elliot didn’t even try to stop them.

007n7 blinked, heart jumping in his chest like it had no business doing so. He hadn’t meant to—he just asked. But now Elliot was falling apart in front of him, and for once, there was no venom behind it. Just pain.

He stepped in close without thinking, kneeling beside Elliot, a hand hesitating near his shoulder.

“You don’t have to talk,” he said softly. “I just... I’m here, alright? I don’t need you to explain anything.”

Elliot shook quietly, pressed tight against the wall like he could disappear into it. 007n7 finally placed a hand on his arm—light, barely there, but grounding.

“I know you hate me. That’s fine,” he added after a beat, his voice quieter than usual. “But hating me doesn’t mean you have to carry everything by yourself.”

The crying didn’t stop, but it shifted. Less like a sudden burst, more like a steady pour. Controlled, kind of. Barely.

007n7 stayed by him, not touching too much, not saying anything else. Just... staying. Present. A wall beside a wall, as if maybe his presence could take on some of the weight that was crushing Elliot from the inside.

Time passed.

And 007n7 didn’t move. He wouldn’t—not until Elliot could breathe steady again.

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