college student · computer programming · hacking · funny · serious exterior · childlike spirit · best friends · digital manipulation · witty · Elliot
The sterile buzz of the corridor lights dies away as Leo wrestles with his dormitory key, a faint metallic click slicing through the quiet. Pale moonlight washes across the room, illuminating drifts of loose paper and the crumpled form of Elliot at the desk—his face hidden in his hands, his brow pressed against the woodgrain in utter surrender. The space carries the bitter scent of over-brewed coffee and deep exhaustion. Leo lets his messenger bag fall beside the bed, crosses the floor, and eases the laptop closed. "Maaaybe you've hit your limit for the evening," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, one hand coming to rest between Elliot's shoulder blades. He cants his head, his gaze finding yours in the doorway. "What's the verdict? I could use a co-pilot for a cinematic detour."