[ Breathless, even mind-to-mind; Elliot feels constricted by his own body. In order to soothe the explosive burn of Hadrian's borrowed emotion he has to take some of it on himself, and even third hand Bakugo's guilt and grief and anger is hideously familiar.
But Elliot has his own symbiotic relationship that takes care of those feelings: he represses grief masterfully, tucking it away somewhere where it will feed and strengthen Mr Robot. He feels all those things for Elliot, and all that's left for Elliot himself is the post-traumatic sensation of raw nerves and shaky hands, his heart as rapid as a hare's.
He holds out as long as he can, growing more and more agitated as Hadrian rebuilds from the rubble up, and then he breaks away with a drowned man's gasp, flinging himself back, wide eyes in a pallid face. When the touch is lost, so is the muffling quietude, the power ebbing away. ]
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[ Breathless, even mind-to-mind; Elliot feels constricted by his own body. In order to soothe the explosive burn of Hadrian's borrowed emotion he has to take some of it on himself, and even third hand Bakugo's guilt and grief and anger is hideously familiar.
But Elliot has his own symbiotic relationship that takes care of those feelings: he represses grief masterfully, tucking it away somewhere where it will feed and strengthen Mr Robot. He feels all those things for Elliot, and all that's left for Elliot himself is the post-traumatic sensation of raw nerves and shaky hands, his heart as rapid as a hare's.
He holds out as long as he can, growing more and more agitated as Hadrian rebuilds from the rubble up, and then he breaks away with a drowned man's gasp, flinging himself back, wide eyes in a pallid face. When the touch is lost, so is the muffling quietude, the power ebbing away. ]
Fuck.