#i jus wanna hug elliot damn it

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@just-a-txch cont. from here!

Elliot sniffled and shut his eyes, shaking his head and signifying that he didn’t want to talk about it just yet. Another tear rolled down his cheek as he brought his hand up to his face and wiped it away. He was exhausted - physically, emotionally and mentally. He was so damn tired of everything. His job, his addiction, his mental illnesses, his whole life. Just everything. He had been feeling like this all week and hadn’t had much sleep; both things he was thinking were side effects of a new medication his therapist had him on. All of this had been building up inside of him for days and now he just… reached a breaking point. “I-I ju-ust…” He whispered and felt his throat tighten and his eyes start to tear up again. “I’m re-eally tired. I haven’t been a-able to sl… sleep well at all this- this week. I’m on n-new meds.” He managed out before beginning to sob again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorryy-y…”

Finn’s chest was aching, seeing Elliot like this. It was like an actual chasm was opening up and yawning inside his rib cage. His expression twisted into something sympathetic he couldn’t quite control. Unable to sleep? Oliver deals with that too, and I never fucking know how to help him, either, except to hang out with him until he just crashes...

“Dude, you d-d-don’t have to be s-s-s-s-sorry...” Fuck, I need to calm down or he won’t be able to understand me. Finn took in a breath and had his hands hovering up.... No. “Lemme get y-y-you a blanket, s-s-sometimes pressure can help when... I mean, I know y-you don’t like hugs and stuff...” Finn stood and held his hands out, as if Elliot would get up and walk away or something, and walked across the room to pick up one of Elliot’s blankets, coming back over to him and holding it between his hands. “If you d-d-don’t wanna try it, that’s okay, t-t-too. You can just shake your head, if you want? You d-d-d-don’t have to t-t-talk, man...” He paused, holding the blanket in front of him between two clenched fists. “I’m really feelin’ f-f-for you right now, dude... M’s-s-sorry you feel like shit...” He didn’t know if Elliot seemed like the kinda guy to break down like this just from exhaustion. Maybe there was something else at play, too, but...

“M’...” Finn tilted his head, blinked, “m’here for you... If you wanna kee-kee-keep talk-talking...”