[Leo was laughing at him. Not a few chuckles but full out laughter. It's startling at first, and Elliot's blue eyes go wide before his cheeks flush entirely, leaving him pinked face.
There's the immediate reflex to punch Leo in the shoulder for laughing at him, but it's when he sees the arm extended he knows it's nothing callous. It's automatic when his gloved hand (the fabric stained from his mother's blood) reaches out to take hold of Leo's, face splitting into a grin. Elliot's grip is tight and he's not sure what he's doing until he does it; he pulls him into a quick hug, squeezing his arms around his servant's.]
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There's the immediate reflex to punch Leo in the shoulder for laughing at him, but it's when he sees the arm extended he knows it's nothing callous. It's automatic when his gloved hand (the fabric stained from his mother's blood) reaches out to take hold of Leo's, face splitting into a grin. Elliot's grip is tight and he's not sure what he's doing until he does it; he pulls him into a quick hug, squeezing his arms around his servant's.]
You're right. Let's get out of here.