[ It's okay, Gilbert, he knows that even if you've got the emotional tactility of a lima bean before it's promptly run over by a motorcycle, your heart is in the right place. So you weren't there for his poignant death scene, or like, present in his life at all when it didn't directly correlate to Oz in some way, but respect's there. Deep, deep, deep down where he acknowledges that he would've been a good trillion times more fucked-up if he'd only had his blood siblings to account for. And while Gilbert is no shining paragon of virtue, Elliot takes everything he says to heart with esteem, because in the end he really is no more and no less than the person he's always been.
He stares down at the audio function of the CereVice, ruminating upon how to tackle the question and its implications.
A protracted sigh, and then: ] ... No, I don't. Were you somewhere else before this?
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He stares down at the audio function of the CereVice, ruminating upon how to tackle the question and its implications.
A protracted sigh, and then: ] ... No, I don't. Were you somewhere else before this?