[ Elliot follows him despite the jagged fuck-off spikes tearing at the gossamer edges of his probing mind. He's relentlessly nosy, and since he can't hack Juno Steel's Facebook and email and text messages and search history to glut himself on information then he's just going to have to filter through the primordial ooze of his dramatic outrage and the muckier, less pretty shit, the hurt and the heartache and the guilt.
He follows as they move towards the edge of the seaside town, maybe able to save themselves onlookers not by finding privacy but the simple seclusion of being away from where everyone else mainly is — though they're wandering so haphazardly that might not even be Juno's intent. ]
( I just wanted to meet you. )
[ Who are you, to Hadrian.
Who does that make you, to me.
These are the questions that are echoing through Elliot's subconscious, though he doesn't have the words to shape them into something he can speak aloud. It translates into twinned curiosity and wariness instead. ]
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He follows as they move towards the edge of the seaside town, maybe able to save themselves onlookers not by finding privacy but the simple seclusion of being away from where everyone else mainly is — though they're wandering so haphazardly that might not even be Juno's intent. ]
( I just wanted to meet you. )
[ Who are you, to Hadrian.
Who does that make you, to me.
These are the questions that are echoing through Elliot's subconscious, though he doesn't have the words to shape them into something he can speak aloud. It translates into twinned curiosity and wariness instead. ]
( You knew him, before. )