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Good.

[He was glad he'd been able to help, though he knew specifics were going to come up and he wasn't sure how much he should say he knew. It was so much easier to just focus on cleaning the nightwash from the boy's face and trying not to admire how lovely his eyes were.

When he asked if Adam had seen it before, Adam was quiet for a moment before nodding.]

Yeah. Someone I know calls this nightwash. It can be deadly.

[As if Elijah wasn't probably aware of that.]

You're- [He went quiet again for a moment, pausing in his efforts of cleaning away the black streaks.] -you're a dreamer, right?

[It almost seemed silly to be worried about revealing that secret after Adam had literally saved his life, when the evidence of nightwash was plainly visible, but. Sometimes things were harder to put into words.]

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It felt deadly. Like I was drowning in it. Like-- fuck, I don't know.

[He drags a hand through his hair with a breathy exhale. There's an intimacy here, something vulnerable about Adam seeing him like this, knowing what it took to unmake him. Or so it felt, anyway. He picks up the things that Adam doesn't quite say- that Adam hasn't experienced this himself, but that he has a friend who has.

Then he asks if he's a dreamer, and Elijah bites his bottom lip, holds his breath for a moment. Because that word means something to Elijah. Means everything, almost. After a few heartbeats, he shakes his head slightly.]

I'm- a little weirder, I guess. I protect dreamers. I eat their nightmares. I try to keep their dreams clear so they don't have to worry about what they bring back.

[He flushes a little bit, shrugging his shoulders. He's never said it outloud like this, explained it to someone who hadn't seen what he was under this human skin that finally fit him inside and out. And that was only half the story. He looks at Adam, looks into his eyes, like he trying to judge him, but the truth is he already trusts him. But these are big secrets, dangerous ones.]

I know someone that's a dreamer.

[His friend that went to Harvard, of course, but he makes it vague in the same way that Adam had, because it wasn't his secret to tell. Even if part of him wanted to introduce them, wanted Aidan to have someone that understood even as he filled his days with literature classes.]

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Drowning's a good way to put it.

[At least, judging from everything Ronan had told him about it. And it'd looked a bit like Ronan had been drowning that day he almost died.

His head tipped slightly to the side when Elijah said he was weirder. Adam didn't know what could be weirder than a dreamer, and he meant absolutely zero offense by it. A psychic maybe. Someone who'd made a deal with a sentient forest. It wasn't quite the same as being able to take things out of dreams or- eat nightmares.]

You must be invaluable, then. My- [He nearly said 'my dreamer', and while it was technically true, it made the tips of his ears flush a little.] -the dreamer I know has so many nightmares. You wouldn't starve.

[He attempted a little bit of a joke, and he smiled softly, wiping at the last bit of black streaked on Elijah's face.

He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to know, but he was doing his best to be patient; he didn't want to pelt this boy with questions when they'd only just met, when he'd just saved his life, and when they hadn't built up any sort of trust yet, beyond the life-saving bit.]

You must be close with the dreamer you know.

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[Elijah lifted an eyebrow when Adam paused on the word 'my'-- He wasn't so blind not to catch the significance of the way that he let it hang in the air like that before pining on the word 'dreamer'. Also, there was the way that his ears flushed in a way that was frankly pretty adorable. So: Adam was dating his dreamer. Or, at the very least, he was interested in them, maybe just wanted to be dating them.

Elijah didn't know the context, of course, he just knew the hints he could read in what he didn't say.]

I do, you know. Starve, I mean. I need the energy. Dream energy. The ley lines. I'm guessing this stuff is somehow connected to that. It's just never-- been this bad before.

[He's a little bit shy when he says it. He's not used to having people that he can talk about this stuff with. It's always been a secret, something that he frequently hid even from Aidan. He didn't want him to worry, he didn't want him to know how bad it got, didn't want him thinking about what would happen if he couldn't find a nightmare to eat. But he tilts his face into the way that Adam wipes the last of the nightwash from his face, even if it feels selfish, knowing that there's someone that he likes.]

Not-- like that. It could have been, in another world. But he has a girlfriend and a dream he brought back, and they're all stupid in love. We were friends since we were kids, though. So, yeah, we're close.

[There's a moment where Adam can probably tell that Elijah is considering, that he's hesitating. And there's something a little bit guileless when he looks into Adam's blue eyes. Because the truth is that he already trusts him. He trusts him with his life, because Adam had already proved that he would save him, if he could. And yes, it was a different thing when it came to talking about other people's secrets, but Adam was trusting him, too.

And if he'd learned one thing over the past year and a half, it was that not reaching for people, not making an effort to be vulnerable... It could lose you the things that you wanted. And even if Adam already had a boyfriend, Elijah didn't want to lose whatever this was, or what it could be.]

There was my someone else, though. My dreamer... I fucked things up with him. I didn't know how to tell him what I wanted, that I wanted him. And he ended up dating this street racer from some backwater town in Virginia. It's my fault, though. We used to dream together, for years. He was why I wanted to be able to fight nightmares. And then we met face-to-face, real as anything, and I... didn't know how to fucking handle it.

[He laughs, a little bit sheepishly, self-conscious, lonely.]

I loved him, though. But fuck if I knew how to say it.

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[And here Adam had thought he'd been making a clever joke. Part of him thought he should have known that someone who ate nightmares needed to eat them to survive, but this was also new territory for him.]

The ley line in Cambridge isn't as strong as it could be.

[It felt like a confession, like a secret, but it was the truth. It was a fact. The line was sleepy but it could be better. They could all be better. Sometimes, he'd thought about trying to strengthen that line like he had Henrietta's, but he thought it would be more complicated than arranging stones and digging up rose bushes.]

Oh.

[His eyebrows raised but not in a bad way. People who could share their love with more than one person- he wondered if he had that much love to give, himself. If he was capable of it. He wanted to believe he was, that the love within him was a font instead of a well. He only had eyes for Ronan, so he'd thought, and yet- he couldn't help but feel protective of this boy. He was sweet and attractive and it was such a relief, in a way, to find someone Adam could talk to about these sort of things.]

I'm sorry. Love can be terrifying. It's not always easy to navigate.

[So, he wasn't going to judge Elijah for fumbling things.

On the other hand-]

Virginia isn't bad.