Eliot stood from where he'd been sitting on the couch. He was also dressed well, a small variation on what he'd worn to Hannibal Lecter's dinner party - vintage designer trousers, waistcoat, gauzy scarf.
"Great," he said with a smile. He assumed Leo was paying, but he didn't ask; it seemed tacky.
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Date: 2022-07-02 02:21 am (UTC)"Great," he said with a smile. He assumed Leo was paying, but he didn't ask; it seemed tacky.