[Elliot looks at Sesa, and then... down at the kotatsu, where he more insistently jams the screwdriver into one of the legs and hastily unscrews it. His cheeks are dusted pink, and to be honest, he's not sure how to answer that question.]
"Love" is a pure emotion. I'm undeserving of such things... and I cannot say for certain that I understand the ins and outs of it.
[Which sounds like rejection, but bear with him real quick.]
I've said before, [and then he sets the tools aside, looking down at his hands, folded so neatly in his lap,] that I have a single-minded obsession with you, and that should you cross the threshold, I would never let you go. That remains true even now. Whether it is "love" or something more depraved... I wouldn't know, Sesa.
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Date: 2024-05-01 01:51 am (UTC)"Love" is a pure emotion. I'm undeserving of such things... and I cannot say for certain that I understand the ins and outs of it.
[Which sounds like rejection, but bear with him real quick.]
I've said before, [and then he sets the tools aside, looking down at his hands, folded so neatly in his lap,] that I have a single-minded obsession with you, and that should you cross the threshold, I would never let you go. That remains true even now. Whether it is "love" or something more depraved... I wouldn't know, Sesa.
I've never been in love before.