“It’s okay,” said Elliot. “You don’t have to tell me that you like me.” He took a step back, saluted, and left, taking the tower steps two at a time. She didn’t have to tell him, because he could tell. That was what it meant, when people came to find you, when they cared enough to sacrifice for you, when they supported you, when they came back. He could tell when someone cared. And he could tell when someone didn’t.
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