Eliot walked up the front steps of the Hebe cabin whistling. He was going to ask Jonathan on a date, he couldn't wait to see him again. He hoped that they could get back on the right track, he wiped his sweaty hands on his blue jeans which did not have a single hole a large feet most of his jeans had at least on hole from training the Knights. He made sure that his deep blue top was tucked into his jeans and that his leather jacket didn't have any dust on it before he picked up the bunch of different coloured roses he had picked at the rose garden earlier that day. He took a deep fortifying breath before he knocked on the door, hoping that Jonathan was home and none of his sibling were he would never live it down if the royal pains found out about his nervousness in asking Jonathan out.

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Jonathan Nash Hardison

Jonathan had woken up only moments before a knock sounded on the door and chuckled at his siblings complaining. "It's okay", he replied to them. "I can get it", he continued as half of them pulled the blankets up over the heads and the rest sat up with curiosity. He slipped on a t-shirt that he had long ago stolen from Elliot before he made his way to the door. Running into Eliot at the arena the other day had left him part of him feeling happy, even if the rest of him was nervous that he would stuff up his second chance. He did love Eliot and he knew that despite how much it had hurt seeing him leave, Elliot had done what he had to to help him.

When he opened the door, he felt a light blush his cheeks as he thought of the fact he had not run a comb through his hair yet and the fact that he was standing there in his boxers and one of Eliot's T-shirts. Not the mention the stubble that he knew coated his face. Of course Eliot had seen him like it before but it had been over a year. His smile was still genuine as he took in the roses and what Eliot was wearing. The blush grew and he was glad he was facing away from his siblings as he wasn't sure he could handle the teasing. "I guess this means we are going somewhere", he teased softly, trying to hide his nervous from those he knew where listening in the room. "I might need a few minutes. I don't think I am exactly presentable to go out." The two could hear the giggles from a few of his siblings in the room and Jonathan felt himself relax a little at the familiar sound. He was pretty sure now that the blush was gone from his cheeks and he stepped aside slightly. "You can come in if you like or you can sit out here. I won't be to long." He was starting to wish he had the head of cabin quarters as he had had when he was last at camp.

He smiled again at Eliot and left the door open, leaving it for him to decide as he grabbed some clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

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Eliot took in the sight of him in boxers and one of his shirts that had gone missing when he had left, hair mused from sleep made him look that much more adorable. "Changing would be good, not that I don't love you in that, but I'd probably have to kill anyone but your siblings for looking at you wearing that.” He tells him with a wicked grin, he had always been possessive but Jonathan made it come out in him more than anyone else had.

“Of course we are going somewhere, I don’t want to give you a chance to change your mind now that we decided that we were going to try this again.” He says, giving him a wicked grin to try and soften the words hoping that Jonathan didn’t take it the wrong way, now that he had a second chance with Jonathan Eliot was not going to let anyone or anything get in the way of them.

Eliot stood in the doorway and watched him leave debating sitting in the room or on the porch and decided that the porch was probably safer and quieter than trying to sit in the room with all of Jonathan’s siblings who would inevitably start asking questions which would make him annoyed making up his mind he moved back and took a seat on the porch. He wondered how long Jonathan would take when they were together it could sometimes take him hours to get for a date. He found a book next to the chair which he picked up and started flicking through before starting to read it seriously as he waited for Jonathan to dress and join him. He soon grew bored of reading the book and stood pacing back and forth. One of the things he hated about being a kid of Ares was that he had a hard time sitting still which drove most people crazy but he couldn’t help it. He was glad that he grew up so long ago or he would have probably been diagnosed with ADHD. He finished pacing and took a seat again hoping that Jonathan wouldn’t be too much longer.

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Jonathan was finally out of the bathroom about an hour later and he sat on his bed to put on his shoes, try to ignore his siblings teasing. "Yeah yeah, and you guys wonder why he is waiting outside", he muttered, once again ignoring the laugh that was their reply. With his shoes tied, he stood again and after grabbing a pair of sunnies from his draw he moved to one of the mirrors in the room to check his appearance again. His hair was still a bit of a mess but he couldn't do anything about that until it dried. He thought for a moment about drying it with a drier but he knew Elliot would have to be already growing impatient and he didn't want to risk stuffing things up again. His hair would have to do, it liked like it had been styled to be such a mess anyway. His cheeks where once again clean shaven as they had been since he arrived back to camp. Looking young he was only a sign of who he was and it was much easier to Jonathan to keep clean shaven then to keep a beard clean while he was here. A quick glance at his clothes showed they where near and tidy as well and he quickly ducked out the door before his siblings could have anything more to say to him.

He was glad to see that Elliot was still there when he stepped outside and a smile crossed his face. "Am I more fit for being seen by others?", he teased softly, not able to let Elliot on what he had said when he answered the door. "Would hate for you to have to kill someone after all. So where are we going?" Jonathan moved closer as he spoke but waited for Elliot to make the first move. He knew it was his actions that had lead Elliot to leave him and he didn't want to push things to hard and lose him again. His life had felt empty with out Elliot in it.

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“Well, not really but I suppose you’ll do, I don’t like having to let other see you at all.” He tells him with a teasing grin, thinking that he looked amazing. “Take away all my fun why don’t you? I think killing people is fun.” He tells him, with a serious voice and face till he was unable to help but crack a smile and laugh a little.

He reached out and took Jonathan’s hand interlacing their fingers together, and pulling him a little closer to him so that their shoulders were touching. “It’s a surprise.” He tells him, with a cheeky grin leading him towards the edge of camp where his car was he opened the door for him before getting into the drivers street heading towards New York. Since his car was special they were in New York before they knew it he parked outside one of the royal pain’s favorite restaurants hoping that it was something that Jonathan would like he had never been but the royal pain always raved about it when ever they went so he took a chance hoping that it would be the good.

“We are here.” He tells him, getting out of the car and heading over to the other side to let Jonathan out wrapping an arm around him heading over to the door they were seating right away he looked at the menu before looking at Jonathan again. “The steak sounds good Louis recommended it to me he had it the last time he was here, what looks good to you?”

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Jonathan rolled his eyes dramatically at Eliot. "Yeah, well as long as it doesn't cause you to kill anyone. Cleaning up bodies is messy", he replied with a grin. He wasn't overly sure that Eliot was joking but he was going to make it out to be one.

He walked happily with him, though he rolled his eyes when Eliot said it was a surprise. "It's always a surprise with you." It wasn't that he was complaining. If he hated surprises he wouldn't be here after all. He hoped into the car through the door that Eliot opened for him and waited as patiently as he could to find out where Elliot was talking him.

He got out of the car when Eliot let him. He had missed this with him and he had no problems letting Eliot spoil him. He took his seat at the table and picked up the menu. Putting it back down when Eliot spoke to him again. "I think I will go the seafood risotto."

"I'll take a beer too." He says, looking up at the waitress before handing back the menu as well trying to think of what to say now he was always terrible at dating and he wasn't sure what to say he didn't want to make Jonathan upset or mad. He fiddled with the napkin and then put it down then picked it up again and then down before taking a sip of the water. He was feeling so nervous about this he wanted it to go perfectly. "I'm happy that you came, I had been a little worried about this. I'm really not good at things like this and I'm sorry if I make a mistake."

Jonathan tried to ignore Eliot's nerves but it wasn't long until they rubbed off on him and he found himself looking down at his nails. It was when Eliot spoke that he looked up again. "Eliot...you did nothing wrong. I should be saying sorry to you." He understood why Eliot had left him before. He had become to wrapped up in himself and his pain and he couldn't blame Eliot for having left. It was only then that he realised that wasn't what Eliot had meant and for the first time in a long time he blushed. "This is great El. Let's not treat this like a first date. We know each other better then that. Unless it would help you relax?"

"No, treating this not like a first date with help me relax I haven't been on one of those since you." He tells him honestly, relaxing a little when he realised that it was not as scary as his brain had been saying, he knew Jonathan and he had never stopped loving him. Eliot had to smile when Jonathan had said that he hadn't done anything wrong he had known that rationally but in heart he had always felt guilty for doing so, but hearing what Jonathan had said it eased that guilt that had been there. "So how is it being back at camp? Having a hard time adjusting?" Eliot asks, taking a sip of his beer as it arrived.

Jonathan was relieved to hear him say it. He hadn't been on a date since their last one either, though it wasn't for the lack of people trying. Camp was different for him but he didn't want to dwell on the fact that his sisters where dead. It was how he had lost Elliot the first time and he didn't want to let that happen again. "It's different", he replied with a shrugged. "Mostly I am just ashamed at how useless I have become with a sword after a year of walking a runway again", he continued. He hadn't touched a weapon since Eliot had left him. It had reminded him to much of everything he had lost.

"I'm sure there was not any chances to practice or needing being a model, I look forward to whipping you back into shape. If you'd like me too that is." Eliot tells him, taking his hand and running his thumb over his knuckles before lifting it to his lips and kissing it he released Jonathan's hand when he realised that he was probably being to forward. Eliot hoped that Jonathan took him up on his offer it made him feel helpful and better about Jonathan being able to protect himself when Eliot wasn't around at the moment he was really worried because he knew if they were attacked Jonathan would be helpless.

When Eliot dropped his hand, Jonathan lifted it to stroke his cheek slightly. "I have missed you El", he admitted. He had come back to camp because he had needed to go somewhere safe. To get away from the questions about his continued youthful looks, but he had never expected to find Eliot again. He had thought that Eliot would have been long gone and maybe with someone else by now and part of him was happy to see that wasn't the case. He moved his hand to El's as he answered the question. "If you think you can put up with my clutiness again then I would love you to teach me." There was no one he trusted more and at least El wouldn't have to deal with his cringing as he got what he was wearing dirty.

"I've missed you too." Eliot tells him, happy that Jonathan wanted them back together. "Of course I can put up with your klutziness, I've done it before haven't I?" He asked with a grin, he always enjoyed teaching others but Jonathan happened to be his favourite person to teach especially when he got to wrap his arms around him, to help teach him of course. Eliot grins thinking of Jonathan when he was being taught the first time it was hilarious to watch, but he also fell in love with Jonathan through that. "Here's our food." He said leaning back so that the waitress could place their plates down. "Looks good." He says digging in to the food, it was good.

Jonathan had been about to reply to Elliot when the waitress brought over their dishes. He smiled at her as she walked away and he dug into the meal. It was after a few savoured mouthfuls that he spoke. "So when do we start the training again?" He knew that it probably wasn't helpful but he had always loved the feeling of Eliot's arms around him and there had been times when Eliot had been training him before that he had deliberately made the wrong moves so he would have it. He looked forward to seeing if that trick would still work. He stole a sip of Eliot's drink with a wink at him. "On another note, this risotto is almost as good as you", he stated before taking another mouthful.

Eliot smiled back shaking his head a little when Jonathan stole a sip of his drink. He didn't mind that Jonathan had stolen a sip it reminded him of better times when Jonathan used to steal a little bit of whatever he had be it drink, food or clothes. "I'm glad that it's almost as good as mine and not better or I'd be out of a job." He tells him with a wink. "We can start training as soon as you like I don't mind I have nothing else to do." He took another bite of his food, glad that they were talking again.