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AU Oliver x Elio: Somewhere in New York in the mid-nineties (Part 3)

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“Cor cordium.”

Elio’s mouth suddenly goes dry and all words escape him. Oliver does not know what he was expecting after his admission, but it was not this. Then again, what right does he have to expect anything, after all these years? He really shouldn’t have come tonight. Oliver reaches for his coat. “I, um, should get going, I have an early morning and I’ve been keeping you up way too late already, you must be exhausted from the concert.” 

It is a more grown-up, more elaborate “Later”. 

Elio stays, sitting with his heart racing. He doesn’t know whether it has been the wine making Oliver sentimental or whether he is –. Elio doesn’t actually know what the alternative would be. He thinks whether it would be worth trying to find out. Or would he end up in the same place that he has been climbing out of for the better part of the past ten years?

Oliver takes the long route walking home in an attempt to clear his head. When he gets inside the front door, the phone rings.