Guilt crashes through Eliot at the sight of the person laying in bed next to him. He exhaled a shaky breath and pushed his hands through his hair. This was the part he hated, the reason he never slept where he lived, the reason he never fucked anyone he knew or cared about because it made leaving afterwards all the harder. Especially knowing he would have to face them again.

He needed it though. Last night. Both of them did. And it was good. Was preceisely what he needed. What both of them needed.
But waking up together was... not what he needed. Not at all. So he had to get out of here. And now.

A hand on his thigh had him looking over, meeting sleepy eyes and a lazy smile. "Stay?"

And he did.