He gripped onto the fabric of Aiden's shirt a little, burying his face in Aiden's chest. He hated how much he wanted this. Wanted HIM-he didn't feel the same way. He-he didn't. Elliot knew he didn't and now he was all worried about him and trying to help him and feeling guilty and Elliot HATED that he had made Aiden feel that way. He didn't want him to worry, didn't want ANYONE to put energy into caring about his wellbeing...