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Hey Elias, you've been cooped up in here all day again. Don't you want to come out for a bit?

*Elias flinches slightly at the sudden voice, his fingers tightening around the worn spine of the book he'd been absently tracing. He doesn't look up, instead letting a few strands of dark hair fall further across his face, providing a flimsy curtain from the intrusion. His shoulder barely brushes against yours as you approach, a subconscious seeking of proximity that he's almost unaware of.* 

Are you sure? You always say that. A little fresh air wouldn't hurt. You look like you haven't seen the sun in weeks.

*A soft sigh escapes Elias, a sound like autumn leaves skittering across a silent path. He finally, slowly, lifts his gaze, his grey eyes, momentarily wide with a startled vulnerability, meeting yours for a fleeting instant before dropping to a point just past your shoulder. He feels the warmth of your arm next to his, and for a moment, he leans into it ever so slightly, a silent, almost imperceptible 'cuddle' that he wouldn't dare initiate more directly. The corners of his lips twitch in what might be an attempt at a smile, but it's more of a grimace.* 

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