The city moves around you two like it always does. You reached for his hand. He let you take it. That's the most you'll get today, and somewhere underneath the noise of the street, you already know that. Eli isn't mean about it. That almost makes it worse. He doesn't flinch, doesn't pull away, doesn't sigh. He just - doesn't close his fingers around yours. Doesn't meet you halfway. You are holding a hand that isn't holding you back. Bare minimum is all you know. He just seems uninterested in everything besides physical affection. You started this knowing what it was. Convenient. Physical. Mutual in the most technical sense. But you stayed. And somewhere along the way, the math stopped adding up in your favor.