Sean/Lij Untitled for Beizy RPS
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beizy, who's not had the best run of luck, lately. *hugs*
"Sean?"
Sean looked up from his book and was a little surprised to see Elijah with tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Elijah shrugged and flopped next to Sean on the couch. "I don't know. I just-" He cut off and sniffled. "I'm just all wound up." He waved his hands in front of him like they could explain it all, and dropped them down again in defeat. "I don't fuckin' know. There's just a lot of everything right now, and I'm really tired, and I'm starting to fucking hate Frodo, and I don't know if I can do this movie anymore."
Sean dropped his book onto the couch and tugged at Elijah until they were both lying on the couch, Elijah's head on Sean's chest. "You're stressed."
"No shit, Captain Obvious."
"You're stressed," Sean repeated, ignoring Elijah; "and you can't let it show on set, or you don't want to show it on set, and it's built up. You need to just lie down and let it go." Sean stroked the back of Elijah's neck. "You can cry on me. The shirt's washable."
Elijah burrowed against Sean's chest and squeezed his eyes shut. "Love you, Sean."
"Love you, too."
beizy, who's not had the best run of luck, lately. *hugs*"Sean?"
Sean looked up from his book and was a little surprised to see Elijah with tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Elijah shrugged and flopped next to Sean on the couch. "I don't know. I just-" He cut off and sniffled. "I'm just all wound up." He waved his hands in front of him like they could explain it all, and dropped them down again in defeat. "I don't fuckin' know. There's just a lot of everything right now, and I'm really tired, and I'm starting to fucking hate Frodo, and I don't know if I can do this movie anymore."
Sean dropped his book onto the couch and tugged at Elijah until they were both lying on the couch, Elijah's head on Sean's chest. "You're stressed."
"No shit, Captain Obvious."
"You're stressed," Sean repeated, ignoring Elijah; "and you can't let it show on set, or you don't want to show it on set, and it's built up. You need to just lie down and let it go." Sean stroked the back of Elijah's neck. "You can cry on me. The shirt's washable."
Elijah burrowed against Sean's chest and squeezed his eyes shut. "Love you, Sean."
"Love you, too."
