3x03 reignited some buried tryelliot feelings, so here’s ~nine hundred words of soft nothing. set sometime during stage two.
unfold me (mr. robot,tyrell/elliot) gen | ace!elliot | non-sexual intimacy
Tyrell starts with his fingertips. His touch is soft, delicate—the pressure feather light. He’s worried, almost, that going too fast will scare Elliot. That too much at once will make him pull away, recoil, retreat.