[ Elliot sits quietly, listening, but his posture is all Mr Robot, manspreading all over the place, head tipped back and lids heavy. The same guy who had accepted Cathaway's invitation on death's doorstep. Maybe it's her presence that's brought him out, or maybe it's that Elliot is too overwhelmed by everything that's happening, the sensation of his boundaries gone liquid, the crowding. Maybe it's just how much information is on the line; he's more interested in the scrolling text than small-talk or discussion of how he's feeling, so he nods in silent approval of Seth's question. ]
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