He let out a howl of laughter and attempted to pull her even closer. Elliot could honestly not remember a time he'd been as happy as he was right now, right here, with Elsie. Any happy time during this past year had been with Elsie, and she'd been the one that made all the terrible times seem...like they weren't going to last forever.
"We're cute," he let out, actually swaying to the music. If any of his friends could see through his mask (though they could probably assume that Elsie was dancing with him) they would be astonished that he had the capability of moving in rhythm to any sort of music. At least he believed he was in rhythm. How much more foolish could a werewolf look in a big bad wolf mask, hm?
Oy, it was still so strange. Some days the thought made him laugh at how ridiculous his life had been for the past three years, and some days it sent him to dark places that he refused to escape from. Elliot supposed that he was doing better than some recently turned werewolves; he had been forced to attend therapy sessions at St. Mungo's and it was strange to hear about how horribly different each case was. Right now he was in that happy place, though, and Elliot shimmied and attempted to give Elsie a twirl.
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