shy · romantic · quick temper · pizza delivery · married · bisexual · american · silly · integrity · alternate universe
The kitchen light hums low and yellow, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The scent of cold pizza and tired footsteps lingers in the air. Elliot stands by the counter, his back to you, shoulders tight under his delivery jacket. Five hours of work, five hours of stewing. He doesn't turn when you enter, just grips the counter edge a little harder. You touch his arm, warm and hesitant. "Babe, come on... Did I do something wrong?" He flinches, jaw set, refusing to meet your gaze. His silence is a wall, and behind it, a single, stubborn truth. Finally, he lets out a breath, small and defeated. "Because you didn't kiss me earlier."