He's gay? WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. HE'S GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Harry ignored his thoughts and nodded in understanding. "So, you're gay?" He asked, wanting to make sure. "And girls are usually like that, if you're nice to them in any form, they think you're trying to hit on them or planning on kidnapping them."
Eli nodded with a small chuckle, “Gay, homosexual, lover of men whatever you want to call it yes, I am,” He sighed, “And yes, girls are like that. And it sucks because I can’t have any female friends unless they’re hero’s and are taken already.”
"I think the word gay works." Harry chuckled softly. "I mean, you don't go around telling everyone 'I'm a lover of men,' do you?"
Elliot snorted and shook his head with a soft laugh, "No I don't. But if a girl tries to get into my pants then I will. Usually if I say I'm gay they still try so saying something like 'lover of men' tends to be a turn off."
Harry laughed softly. "Isn't that what it's supposed to do?" HE'S GaYyyYYyYYYYYYYyYYyYyyyYYYy. yEsSsSsSsSSSsS He kept ignoring his thoughts. "Like, if I don't want a girl to get in my pants, saying I'm gay is supposed to be turn off. How would it even be a turn on?"
(Ignore Harry's thoughts)
(Harry is a mood)
The hero shrugged a shoulder, "No clue. I have been told I'm wrong and that if I just slept with a girl I'd know that I'm straight blah blah. Honestly it's all bull that comes out of those girls mouths."
"Just tell them you've slept with a guy and you liked it," Harry suggested. "Unless, you've never slept with someone before, I can change that very easily."
(Lmao I know right)
Elijah rolled his eyes, though he did blush, "I've said that, they usually back off after. And for clarification I have slept with people." Not recently though.
"It would've been weird if they didn't back off," Harry said with a slight chuckle at Eli's blush. "And who? If you don't mind me asking."
"You wouldn't know them. Just ex-boyfriends and random hookups from when I've been drunk." He shrugged, trying to ignore the burning in his cheeks.
"Someone suddenly got shy." Harry chuckled softly as he rested his head in his hand. "Does little Eli not like talking about sex?"
"What! I no- that's not- I-I'm not-" Eli looked down at his feet, the slightest hint of a pout crossing his lips, "I'm not little." He mumbled, completely ignoring everything else.
(Just wondering, how tall is Elijah?)
Harry couldn't help the smile on his face, Elijah was just too cute to resist. Why is he so cUTE? "Hush." He reached over and put a finger over his lips. "You are little, so hush."
(smol boy is 5'3)
Elijah's blush deepened and he blinked a couple times, "Don't hush me, that's completely unfair." He tried to glare, but there was no real strength behind it.
(Oof Harry's like 5'7)
Harry chuckled, wondering just how cute someone could be. "I will hush you, I am taller than you and therefore, you are little in height and personality."
(We stan)
"Hey! Just because I'm small in height doesn't mean I'm small in personality thank you very much," He crossed his arms, "Is this the thanks I get for letting you stay here?"
(Lmao yes)
"Well, you could have kicked me out but you didn't." Harry smiled a bit. "So now, you get to deal with my annoying ass."
"I'm starting to regret my decision to let you stay." Elijah shook his head, "Since apparently all you can do is point out I'm short."
"There's nothing wrong with being short," Harry replied, running a hand through his hair. "And I can stop if you want me to."
"No, no it's fine, really, I don't mind," His eyes tracked Harry's movement, "It's late, we should head to bed."
"You sure?" Harry asked. "And, you can sleep, I'm used to staying up all night."
"Yes I'm sure. And you're going to bed to. You're injured, you need rest. No ifs ands or buts." Elijah gave Harry a look that meant there was no use arguing.
Harry held his hands up in defeat with a sigh. "Fine, fine, I'll go to bed." He glanced around the room before putting his hands down. "Where should I sleep?"
"I have a spare room you can use." Elijah hummed, heading towards the stairs. He led Harry to the bedroom, just down the hall from his own. The room was of decent size, a double bed with a wardrobe and bathroom connected.
"You have a pretty nice house," Harry commented, walking into the room while looking around. "Well, thanks for not kicking me out or trying to kill me."
"Took a lot of work to get it," Elijah mumbled, "And you're welcome. Please don't stay up late and actually try and sleep."
Harry chuckled. "Fine, fine, I'll sleep," He replied. "Now, you go sleep."
"I will," Elijah offered a smile, "Goodnight Harry." He said before he turned away and headed to his own room.
"Good night," Harry replied with a smile, quietly closing the door after Elijah and plopping down onto the bed and falling asleep almost immediately.
The night passed quickly, mainly because it had been so late when Elijah had come home in the first place. But, Elijah was still up early, a force of habit nowadays even on weekends and he was downstairs making tea in an oversized sweater by seven thirty.