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It was a slow day at Builder Brothers’ Pizza, Elliot had just finished delivering pizza to an elderly woman babysitting her grandkids.

He was leaning over the front counter browsing the latest newspaper. He pauses at the headline.

“HACKER DUO WRECKS LOCAL PRISON”

Elliot traces his lips thinking about the hacker duo, who’ve been causing chaos all around Robloxia for a few months.

Elliot sighs longingly looking at the blurred picture of the disaster.

“Those hackers again?” Elliot startles briefly before relaxing again.
Realising it’s just his co-worker Shae.

“Yeah, looks like they never get tired of the constant mischief.”

He half-smiles while Shae frowns. “They’ve really hurt some people, you know that, right?”

Elliot’s half-smile sours and he turns away from her to face the door, looking out of the windows at the gloomy sky.

“I know I know!” He raises his hands in mock defence
“I just think it would be nice to be a part of something, y’know? Get out of this shithole, do something interesting.”
She sighs and rolls her eyes.

“You need to open your eyes, slow down a bit. Not everything in life has to be fun.”
Elliot frowns, still staring out the windows, watching as the clouds start to cry, pouring down on any unfortunate soul who missed the forecast.

“Whatever,” Shae says, straightening her back before heading towards to kitchen.
“It’s not like I’d actually try anything, I just like to think about it.”
He watches as Shae leaves for the kitchen.
Ugh.

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It was almost time to close, and Elliot couldn't be happier to get out,
He was dosing off when
*RINNNGGGG*
The entrance bell rang. He mentally screamed obscenities at whoever wanted pizza this late—quickly putting on his customer service smile.
"Hi there! How can I help you tonight?"
The man at the counter returned Elliot's smile half-heartedly, "Hey, I'd just like a pepperoni pizza to go along with two lemon-lime sodas."
Elliot nodded and rang him up before pausing and said.
"This might be a bit strange to ask, but have we met before? You look pretty familiar."

The man's eyes briefly widened before returning to their neutral state.
"I think I would remember a pretty face like yours.. uh"
They glance at Elliot's name tag. "Elliot." He finishes with a teasing smirk.

"Hah. hah." Elliot rolled his eyes—flirty customers were something he was used to.
"your total is 14.35"
He deadpanned, holding his hand out for cash.
"Damnit, that usually works..." The person scratched the back of their head, avoiding their burger hat.

Elliot smirks and says, "Whoever told you that works was lying to your face, sorry hun."

He sighs and hands Elliot a 20, and he processes it.
"Here's your change, if you stay at the counter, we can chat while I make your pizza; nobody else's here anyway."
The person shrugs and nods, and Elliot starts working on the pizza.
"So you know my name, can I know yours?"

Elliot asks, focused on kneading the pizza dough but still listening to what the person might say.

"It's 007n7, but you can call me 7 if you'd like."
"Okay, I like that name, never heard anything like it."
Elliot says while spreading the pizza sauce onto the dough.

"Really? I was always told it was weird. I used to like how it was different, but now.." They trail off.

Elliot picks it back up.
"It is kinda weird, but not a bad weird."
Elliot smiles, looking through the kitchen window at the person sitting at the counter.

"Besides, don't you get tired of everything being the same?"
Elliot starts, his attention on sprinkling the cheese evenly. Not noticing 7's intrigue.
"What do you mean by that?" 7 asks, and Elliot is happy to answer.

"I'm just so sick of doing the same thing over and over, wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, and repeat it the next day!"

Elliot's frustration seeps its way into his voice.
"I just wish I could do something interesting—something fun for once!"

Elliot exclaims while putting pepperoni on the pizza and sliding it into the oven.
Finally turning to face 7, Elliot's expression softens at the sight of 7 smiling, eyes crinkling.

"Do you work tomorrow?" They ask, and Elliot nods.
"Meet me behind Builder Brothers after your shift tomorrow."

And just as Elliot is about to ask why, the oven dings and the pizza is ready.

Elliot takes it out of the oven and boxes it carefully, putting the sodas in a bag for easier travel.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Elliot says quietly, handing 7 the box and bag.
"Yeah."
"Goodnight, 7."
"Goodnight, Elliot."
Ugh

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It was needless to say
ELLIOT HATES DINNER RUSH.
It was hell having to go back and forth from Builder Brothers to houses and back. Over and over again.
Of course, he was on delivery today and not in the kitchen.

The only good thing about being on delivery duty was that he could have some time to think— if you could even consider that to be a good thing.
He was thinking about a lot of things, maybe he should cut his hair, maybe he should start gardening, maybe he shouldn't meet up with 7 after this shift.
 
Yesterday, after his shift he had to double-check something. 
Something about 007n7 bugged him. 
It wasn't how his eyes seemed to linger on Elliot's hands or face longer than needed, 
or how his light-brown hair was always messy but somehow perfect at the same time, 
or how-
 
He's getting off track, isn't he...
What bugged Elliot was that silly burger hat.

Crazy right? 

Why would a cute hat bother Elliot so much?

Except when Elliot looked at that news report, in the a picture of the hacker duo.
One of them had a burger hat.

Elliot tried to reason, maybe it's a common accessory.

But Elliot works with the public every day, and 7's burger hat was the first and only one he had ever seen.

He pulled up to another house and got out, pizza in both hands, still thinking. (overthinking?) 
As he knocked on the door, he put on his cheery mask, "Good evening! You ordered a pizza?" 
The customer smiled and tipped him decently.

Elliot got back to his car and started towards Builder Brothers Pizza once again, just one more delivery to make before his shift ended.

Even if 7 was one-half of the hacker duo, it wouldn't matter.
At the end of the day, Elliot was just one guy, it wouldn't make a difference if he disappeared.
7 seems like a nice person,

maybe that's just the loneliness speaking,

but Elliot keeps his word, they will meet behind the pizzeria after his shift.
 
Finally, that last pizza was delivered without interruption, and the drive back to Builder Brothers was the most nerve-racking drive of his life.
Call him dramatic, maybe, but his hands felt clammy.

He stepped out of his car, went into the building, and clocked out, all while taking deep breaths.

Inhale, 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

Hold 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 

Exhale 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 

Just like his old high-school counselor taught him.
He waved to his co-workers as a goodbye, not knowing if it would be his last or not.

Finally, he rounded the corner of the building.
 And there he was in all his glory.
007n7.
Elliot let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he held his head up high in faux confidence and walked towards the burger-hatted brunette.
7 looked like he was about to laugh as he said "Dude, you look like you're about to shit your pants, what's up?"

Elliot's facade vanished as he couldn't help but laugh, making 7 join him.

"Sorry, I've just been overthinking this meet-up, I don't know why." Elliot laughs, knowing exactly why he was overthinking it.

"It's cool, Elliot. I get like that too sometimes." 
Their eyes soften when they reach Elliot's face.
He finds himself smiling softly at 7, all worries drowned in the back of his mind.
"So what was it you wanted to meet me for, just to hang out?"

"Not exactly."
"I remember you said you wanted something interesting to do, 
and I figured I might as well teach you my favorite hobby."

Curiosity overrides any sense that Elliot may or may not have had.
"Okay, what is it?" he asks, wondering what a guy like 7 might do for a hobby.
"Why don't I just show you? Grab my hand, please." Ooo, he has manners, Elliot thinks and he grabs 7's hand.
7's grip tightens around Elliot's, setting off all sorts of alarms in his head, but he grips back with almost the same intensity.
"..7?" Elliot's worry lacing his voice

"Just hold on tight." 7 pulls Elliot a little closer, making Elliot flush slightly before he notices what 7 was doing with his other hand.
 
Something red and black and tablet-like was floating, and 7 was manipulating it skillfully. Hacks?
Before Elliot could call anything out, a strange sensation spread from 7, to Elliot's hands, to his entire body.

He felt tingly, weightless- like there was nothing else in the world but him and 7.

"What just.." Elliot opened his eyes, not knowing when he even closed them.
They were somewhere else entirely; Elliot couldn't even see the pizzeria from here.

"7, where are we? What just happened?"
"We should be in a forest a little bit out of town, I didn't want to go too far and freak you out-" Elliot cuts him off

"Well, I am freaked out!"

7 raises his hands in surrender 
"I'm sorry! I just couldn't show you while we were so close to buildings, it could damage them!"
"What about that prison?" got him. 

007n7 avoids eye contact 
"That was a different story. I had to get my friend out of there."

He sighs and finally meets 7's guilty gaze, witnessing it light up when Elliot gives up and asks. "Whatever, what did you want to show me anyway? It better make up for teleporting into the middle of nowhere." 

"This." 

Elliot's breath was taken from him, and he watched the weather change from clear to cloudy and snowing. 
How? It's not even cold out, but the snow reaches the ground and sticks to the blades of grass.

The sparkling snow shining like glitter cast a magical feeling in the air.

Elliot giggles childishly and he leaves 7's side to chase some snowflakes, the intricate designs melting as he catches one on his tongue.

A comfortable silence forms between them for a moment as they both smile up at the sky.

"How... How did you do this?" Elliot takes his eyes off the sky to look at 007n7, who looks partly cocky and partly shy.

7's smile widens as he takes Elliot's hand much more gently this time,

Like Elliot was a fine teacup worth more than his weight in gold.

"How about I show you?"

And Elliot's poor heart skips a beat. Gosh, he was dramatic.

Ugh.

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Elliot could not, for the life of him, figure this out.

7 had made it seem so simple, like they just pressed a button, and boom! It's snowing!

But as they both sat on the shimmering snow-covered ground, Elliot realized it was very much not simple.

007n7 smiled as he carefully showed Elliot how to do a easy and safe command, like spawning an item.

7 spawned a plush Korgi for Elliot and laughed as Elliot made a show of hugging it.

Elliot then tried to spawn a black cat plush for 7 but ended up lighting the ground on fire, which 7 had to put out as Elliot hid his face, embarrassed.

They both ended up laughing at the end.

"Don't worry about it." 007n7 told Elliot.

"At least you started practicing out here and not in your parents' house like I did."

Elliot gasped dramatically.

"007n7! Did you light your parents' house on fire?"

"Nooo..." 7 avoided eye contact

Of course he did.

Elliot laughed, shoulders shaking.

"Well, can you show me again how to do this? Or guide me? Because this IS NOT working." Elliot asked while wiping a tear from his laughter.

"Fine. fine." 7 rolled his eyes playfully as he moved closer to Elliot.

Their shoulders touched as he guided Elliot's hands across the c00lgui. That's what 7 called it anyway.

Elliot felt that weightless, tingling sensation again as his fingertips brushed against the screen.

It was nice.

It was finally something interesting.

It was powerful.

Elliot felt himself get giddy as a cat plush finally spawned in.

"You did it!" 7 exclaimed while smiling.

"I totally didn't , you did it all! You completely had control of my hands!"

Elliot laughed with him.

"Whatever could you mean?" 7 said, playfully sarcastic.

Elliot just gave them this look, meant to be a silly deadpan but it made 7's stomach do flips.

"A-Alright! Okay, well, if you don't consider that your work, why don't you try spawning it for yourself?"

7 offered, looking at Elliot like he had hung the stars.

Elliot swallowed and nodded.

"Alright, I'll try one more time but after this, I have to go home , I have to work tomorrow morning, 12 pm-5 pm."

007n7 nods. "That's fine , I just want you to try on your own once."

Elliot focuses, his hand hovering over the c00lgui and pressing down with caution, remembering how 7 guided him.

He finally finishes the command and enters it, looking up in front of him with hope.

And then, a tiny cat plush spawned in, about the size of a keychain.

Elliot laughed out with joy, grabbing 7's shoulders while jumping up and down.

"I did it!!" He let out a little squeal.

"Did you see  7? I fuckin' did it!"

007n7 laughed and started jumping with him.

"You did it! All by yourself."

Elliot trips and falls after missing a l anding, dragging both of them down onto the soft ground.

Looking up at the sky while laughing side by side.

"Sorry!" Elliot is not at all sorry. "It's okay!" 7 is too forgiving.

Elliot rolls to lie on his side, facing 7. "Thank you." 7 rolls to face Elliot.

"What for?" 7 asks, not thinking he showed him much.

"For showing me this, for teaching me."

"It's nothing- you looked like you needed to get out, live a little."

"Yeah, I really did."

Elliot looks into 7's eyes tenderly, noticing a reddish glint in their pupils.

From their GUI-tainted hands fading into their skin, to their red horns and tail.

To Elliot, it makes them seem all the more enchanting.

007n7 looks into Elliot's eyes, noticing how the brown color looks like dark chocolate when he's happy.

Or how Elliot is always fidgeting with his hands.

Whether it's blades of grass, his golden hair, or his homemade bracelet, he could never stay still.

Or how, when he laughs, he laughs with his whole body, eyes scrunched, his freckle-covered dimples accentuated.

To 007n7, it made him seem... holy.

Like someone worth worshipping.

It was Elliot who spoke first, breaking the silence.

"As much as I would love to stay with you longer..."

7 gently cut him off. "You have work tomorrow, right? You said it earlier."

Elliot smiled softly. "Yeah..." he told them, not breaking eye contact.

007n7 sat up first, offering his hand to Elliot.

Elliot graciously takes 7's hand and holds it a little longer than needed.

"So .. . I still don't know where we are . " Elliot says after a few moments.

"Oh! Right!" 7 laughs wholeheartedly, and he grabs Elliot's hand again.

"Ready?" 7 asks, looking into Elliot's eyes.

Elliot nods, still smiling. "Ready."

And Elliot pulls himself closer to 7, tightening the grip on their hand.

Giggling as the weightless feeling overcomes him again, but this time.

He doesn't close his eyes ; instead,

he looks at 007n7 .

Witnessing the world fade around them.

Fluttering, glitching in and out, a strange red light glows around them.

Elliot, mesmerized and feeling a little bit high, gently cups 7's face, his admiration seeping into 7's cheek.

And 7 just looks at him .

Then they use their free hand to cup Elliot's face in response.

The admiration mutual.

Ah.

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There's some art I made of the ending of chapter 4

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Elliot has been giddy all day, working faster, staring off into space on occasion.
And Shae was starting to catch on.

“What’s got you actin’ all silly today, Elliot? Did you go on a date or somethin’?”
“Or something.” Elliot doesn’t elaborate further which ticks off Shae.
“Girlll-“ Shae slides over to Elliot
“You have GOT to tell me all the details, you haven’t been on a date since that tall pale dude with daddy issues.”
Elliot shudders “Ugh, don’t remind me of them.”

Elliot slightly smiles “Besides, this wasn’t really a date.”
He prepares a pizza while continuing.
“He just wanted to show me something beautiful and help me get out of this-“ Elliot gestures around them, sauce spoon in hand. “lovely establishment.”

He says while straining his voice, clearly sarcastic.
Shae raises an eyebrow.
“Something beautiful? Like what?”
Elliot freezes for a moment, but only for a moment. Trying to think of a clever cover-up when the cashier up front calls to the kitchen.
“Elliot! This weird guy is asking for you!”
Elliot takes the getaway graciously while shrugging at Shae.
“Duty calls, oh and I’m taking my break.” He winks at her, to which she sighs exasperatedly.

Elliot leaves the kitchen and goes into the lobby.
His silent prayers have been answered!
There they are, in all their glory. 007n7 was waiting for him.

“Hey Ells! Hungry for some lunch? I know a good place just down the road.”

“Ugh yes.”

He and 7 started walking to the place 7 mentioned, a humble sandwich shop with a variety of options.

(Mostly because he didn’t know what Elliot would like.)

“Ells, huh?” Elliot teased 7

“What? You don’t like it? I can come up with something else if you want-“
“No, silly. It’s fine. I was just teasing you.”

Elliot rolled his eyes playfully and nudged at 7
“Besides, I have a nickname for you, it’s only fair that you give me one.”

“Oh really? Because I thought you were just using the one I told you about, y’know. Calling me 7?”

007n7 said while switching the way they both were walking, positioning himself between Elliot and the road.

“Well, I was. But last night I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I came up with one myself!”
Elliot proudly grins.

007n7 can’t help but smile when he sees Elliot act childishly, like he knows he doesn’t have to be afraid of who he is when he's with 007n7.

“Okay, then why don't you tell me what you came up with?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

Huh.

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3 weeks later
Elliot finally had a day off, he sat at his desk mindlessly playing with code with his free hand as he wrote in his journal.

His code had started changing, adapting to its user.
While the code had originally been 07’s red and black.

Elliot’s code was turning gold and white and giving it his unique color scheme.

The journal was for his exploitation, a documentation of his progress and practices.

Elliott's nails were turning white, a contrast to 7’s black code-stained hands.

Call him delusional but Elliot won't be seeing checkerboards the same without getting flustered.

Speaking of 007n7..

7 and Elliot have been getting closer, just two nights ago Elliot slept on 7’s couch after a late night hacking session.
They helped Elliot practice moving objects.

With 7’s guidance Elliot was improving fast.

And tonight they had planned another hangout.
Not specifically for hacking, but they both knew it was probably gonna happen.

Elliot stood up from his desk and headed towards the back door leading to the forest.

He spawned yellow and white flowers behind him to make a path back home as he ventured into the forest without a destination in mind.

He found himself in an area with dense trees and barely any sunlight reaching the ground.

He brought his hand up, as if to high-five a ghost, and he twists it, playing with the GUI.

Watching as the tree in front of him grows.
The color of the leaves fades to a pale white the taller the tree gets taller.

And then it crumbles.

Elliot grins as he gets that rush again.
He rolls his neck and brings his shoulder back.

The ground where the tree was is white, the only remnants of the tree are the bits of dust already being swept away by a breeze that Elliot conjured.

Having power is gratifying.

Elliot leaves the scene behind him, following the trail of flowers back home before crumbling those as well.

After all, 7 will be here soon.

Elliot writes a quick entry into his journal about the tree and cleans off his desk.

As he sits next to the door waiting, Elliot thinks about 007n7.
They saved Elliot's life after all.
What would he do without them?

Sharing this hobby with Elliot, teaching him, eating with him, and having sleepovers.

What more could Elliot want? Well, the truth is- so much more.

Elliot wishes 07 would let him look into their eyes for hours on end,
or skip the couch and share the bed with him.

Elliot thinks about ‘accidentally’ destroying the couch but 7 would probably just spawn a new one in.

So he calls his friend Shae.
“Hey bitch, what do you want? This better not be about-”

“It's about them.”

He can hear Shae dramatically sigh through the phone.

“Boy, you need to just get it over with and kiss him.”

Elliot knew she would say something like this, but it still made him gasp.
“SHAE. Do you have any idea how difficult that would be?”

“ELLIOT. Stop being such a pussy. I've seen the way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention.
He shows up every time you're working just to eye-fuck you!”
“STOP,” he says, flustered.
He hides his face in his hands even though she can't see.

“I want to kiss him so bad but how do I know when the moment's right?”

It went silent for a beat.

“You’ll know.”
Ugh

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After Shae’s phone call, Elliot realized it was almost time for 007n7 to arrive.

After a brief moment of panic, Elliot gathered himself and started preparing dinner. 

He was making chicken and homemade alfredo. 

Right before he was going to put the pasta in the salted, boiling water, he heard a knock. 

He smiles to himself because it's not just any knock,

 It’s 7’s knock.

 Not long after they started officially hanging out, Elliot realized 7 doesn't knock like a normal person. 

He knocks twice fast, pauses, and then finishes with one final knock. 

Elliot practically throws the pasta in the water and runs toward the door, standing next to it for a moment to catch his breath and look like he wasn't looking forward to 7’s visit. 

(spoiler alert, he's been looking forward to it since their last hangout. Which wasn't even that long ago.)

He opens the door.

“Heyy buddy.” 

Elliot internally screams at himself. ’BUDDY??? WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT?’

“Hey, Ells.” 

Suddenly, the internal screaming calms, overtaken by adoration.

“Sorry for making you wait, I just started boiling the pasta..” Elliot runs a hand across the back of his neck.

“Don't worry about it.” 7 giggles.

 ’Oh, I'm fucked aren't I?’

“Anyways, you know the deal, make yourself comfortable.” Elliot smoothly changes the topic and starts towards the kitchen.

“So what have you been up to? I'm seeing more and more articles about you and your friend.” Elliot asks while washing his hands, getting ready to finish cooking.

“Oh! We've been having so much fun! Just the other day me and Noli trolled some people in this rich people resort!” 

7 starts talking, it's been easier to get them to open up lately, Elliot lazily smiles while getting the plates.

As 7 keeps talking about trolling, Elliot can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy; it's not that he's jealous of Noli, though.

He just wishes he could've been there. having fun with them both.

“-And then I found this guy talking nonsense, so I tried to speak his language, and guess what?? It worked!!” 7 laughs wholey. “Even though I literally was his clone, he didn't realize I was messing with him and asked to be my friend because I-” They do air quotes. “Understood him! Fucking hilarious.” 7 wipes a tear from his eye from the laughter.

Elliot finds his heart warming at the sight of 007n7 being themself. 

Loud, silly, and endearingly annoying.

“Yeah! That sounds priceless! Wish I could've been there.” Elliot laughs to downplay what he admitted.

“Y’know what? How's about I get Noli over here someday, we can all mess around, and maybe help you practice? I promise you'll feel included.”

7 laughs like they didn't just basically offer the whole world to Elliot.

“I’d love that.” Elliot tells 7, his voice warm and full of meaning, bringing a subtle redness to 7’s face. 

Elliot plates food for them both, walking over to the living room coffee table where 7 was lounging.

“Mmm, that smells and looks fucking a-maz-zing.” Elliot rolls his eyes at 7’s dramatization.

7 digs in and Elliot startles.

“-Slow down! You're gonna choke, ya idiot!”

7 pauses their cave-man-like feasting just to give Elliot their puppy eyes. 

And Elliot throws his face into his hands. 

“Ughhh” 

He draws it out, successfully matching 7’s drama.

“Fine, but if you choke to death Im telling the ambulance you have a DNR.”

“Fine by me.” they shrug and continue scarfing down the food.

*a few minutes later*

“Ah~” 7 happily sighs, leaning back on the couch with their hands resting on their belly. “That was fantastic, Ells. Thank you.” Elliot thinks to himself. 

’This is really the man I love?’

Elliot playfully rolls his eyes. “I bet you didn't even taste it.” 

He teases while he stands up to gather the plates before being interrupted by 7’s hand gently pushing him back onto the couch. ’ Definitely won't be thinking about that later..’

“Nono, don't worry about the dishes. You cooked, so I’ll clean up.” 

“But-”

“Nope-”

“I can at least-”

“Nuh uh”

Elliot gives up and relaxes into the couch, watching 7 gather the plates and walk into the kitchen, rinsing them off and cleaning the plates.

’Yeah, this is the man I love.’

Elliot gets an idea, “y’know what, 7?” 

“What's up, Ells?”

“I think now would be a good time to tell you that nickname I came up with for you.”

And 7 freezes before quickly turning to face Elliot, there were practically stars in their eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” 

7 slightly squeals and dries off their hands as fast as they can and sprints to kneel on the floor in front of Elliot, who’s still sitting on the couch.

Suddenly, a lump forms in Elliot’s throat, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm his thoughts. 

“007n7.”

“Yes?”

“My favourite hacker.” 

Elliot pauses to examine 7’s expression, they looked as if they were in awe. 

Their eyes were wide with hope and curiosity, and their mouth was slightly agape.

 Elliot swallows and continues.

“My.. 

universe.”

Elliot turns his head to the side to avoid seeing 7’s gaze.

And Elliot’s universe grabs him by the chin, pulling his gaze back to them.

Their eyes were teary and their lips slightly quivering. Uncertainty clear.

With their hand still on Elliot’s chin, they look at the floor as an attempt to regain composure.

“Ells.”

“Yes, my universe?”

“Can I kiss you?” and they look up at Elliot.

Oh.

Those eyes..

“Anything for you.”

“Anything you could ever want.”

And they both meant it.

Elliot gently grabs 7’s chin, pulling them closer. 

They're just a breath away from each other.

They softly bump foreheads, giggling lightly, breaking some of the tension. 

Elliot then closes the space between them.

Their lips meet, and it’s like everything is right in the world.

Elliot's hand releases the hold on 7’s chin and moves it to the back of 7’s neck. 

Pulling them closer as the air around them both dissolves.

7 is straddling Elliot’s lap as they wrap their arms around each other.

Elliot smiles into the kiss and giggles, which makes 7 giggle too.

Like some lovesick teenagers. 

The only sound in the room is them both panting, trying to catch their breath.

And they just lay there for a moment, enjoying each other's space. 

“Would this be a bad time to tell you I like you?” 7 asks while smiling like a fool.

“Would this be a bad time to tell you that you're all I've been thinking about for weeks?” Elliot asks before sneaking in another kiss on his universe’s nose, making them both break out in giggles again.

Ah.