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♞ III. action.

[After finally finding an opportunity to escape from his house, Elliot makes his way through the rain to the barracks. His intent is to let some of his frustration out, but it isn't going as well as he'd like. What should be flawless techniques are interrupted when his hand freezes up, forcing him to drop his precious black blade. Multiple times.

It would take more than a stupid handicap to make Elliot Nightray give up, though. It didn't matter how frustrating it was.

Sooner or later, he'll head back, but he's not in any hurry to do so. It's been almost a week since he returned and his condition hasn't improved much at all. He hates this place. He hates it with a passion.]

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[Well, that's even stranger (with a sense of rather uncomfortable deja vu). Is he even inside? If Elliot's door isn't locked, he'll be poking his head in.]

[Elliot will be slipping on that vest when Leo enters. The damp clothes from earlier are sitting on the edge of his bed.

Hearing the door open, he finally decides to speak up.]

I'm almost finished.

[...kind of.]

[The door stops-- on the bright side, at least Leo knows how to give Elliot his privacy. Unless he feels there's a need to intrude.]

You're taking a while.

[Busy with the buttons on his vest now, he doesn't turn around to acknowledge him.]

Didn't I tell you to be patient?

No, you didn't. Do you need help?

What do you think?

[Who needs help with something like this? Come on.]

[Wow, is that supposed to be a trick question? He pushes the door open (and shuts it behind him, Elliot is shy) before going to his side with a sigh.]

You can't even dress yourself.

I'm fine.

[...he says as he gets stuck on a button and has to apply more force than he'd usually need to get this done.]

Of course you are.

[And he reaches over and shoves Elliot's hands away. Man, you're useless.] Do I need to teach you how to manage your buttons?

[He sighs in frustration, but he doesn't argue very much.]

Keep your mouth shut.

That'd be rather boring, wouldn't it? [And besides, he's doing a decent job at those buttons. Much faster too.]

[Of course it would, but that isn't really the point, is it? This just further emphasized the fact that Elliot couldn't do anything like this.

And he hated it.]

...thank you.

[Leo makes no indication that he's heard him as he continues working his way up. It's a quick job that he makes of it, and he straightens Elliot's collar as well once he's done.]

There.

[Elliot stretches his arms a little once Leo is finished with his vest. It's a little less embarrassing now that that's actually done with.]

If these problems don't go away soon, I'll make them go away.

[He had gotten better at ignoring the pain, and those visions. He could ignore whatever was wrong with his hands, too.]

[He steps back so Elliot can stretch-- his problems, as far as he has always thought, is secondary to Elliot's, and he's more worried about him than about his...lack of colour or whatever that was supposed to mean.]

How...?

I'll find a way.

[So he didn't know how, but that wasn't going to stop him. It didn't matter what they'd done to him, but they couldn't control him.]

They say that the effects should fade. [He has to pick up Elliot's wet clothes now-- Elliot, your clothes are dripping, good grief. He'll have to let them dry a little.] It won't last for long.

It's been a week.

[It's a simple response, but it should say enough.]

[He tugs the towel from his own head to add to the pile in his hands. It's...difficult to be optimistic about such things when you're being faced with it.]

...it didn't say how long they'd last.

It's lasted too long already. I shouldn't need help with the buttons on my damn shirt.

[And that's exactly the problem. It's hard to be optimistic when no matter what he says, these problems won't just go away.

...but at least he had been assured that whatever was wrong was not himself.]

[For all Leo cared, Elliot could ask him about the buttons on his shirt and he really...wouldn't care. But it probably would be the best not to mention that. Instead, he lets his gaze roam along the perimeter of the room.]

The practice didn't make it any better?

It was my first time practicing, and you interrupted before I could try.

[Before he could try to be more forceful, that is.]

You were out there for quite some time. [He should know, he was out there being. Depressed.] You didn't even manage to get any practice done?

[...that makes you sound really pathetic, Elliot.]

[And that's why it's a problem.]

No, I was... trying to figure out how to deal with my hand.

[Figuring out...]

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