“Elliot…”
Elliot raises his eyebrows at him, a silent challenge.
“I meant you could just kiss me at home,” Blake mutters.
“In five years, Blake,” Elliot only says.
“Why?”
“Things might change in five years.”
“Or maybe they won’t.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll kiss you right here. In five years.”
“Okay,” Blake says.
They’ll forget about this.
He doesn’t even doubt that they’ll make it through five years together. He can see himself sitting here with Elliot in five years, but what are the chances that anything will change? Progress is a slow thing. They’re crawling.
Elliot was so scared of this. Seven years ago. Seven years, and maybe now he thinks he’ll be willing to take that risk in a few years, but if nothing changes, why should they take that risk? They’ll have to tell their agents. Maybe one day he’ll tell Evan. Maybe Elliot will tell his parents.
Adam Ishida already knows. Mattie knows. Two teammates who won’t be their teammates anymore. As time goes on, they’ll tell more people, people they trust, but he can’t imagine the whole world knowing.
“Blake,” Elliot says.
“Yes, Elliot?” Blake replies.
“You don’t believe me.”
He thinks about them sitting here together, about Elliot kissing him. Three times, because three is the luckiest number. Blake wants to believe him. He tells him that. He wants to.
Maybe that’s enough for now.
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