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Elliot knows he's crumbling. He knows he can't take this much longer, can't deal with the constant hurt.
He's reached his breaking point. He can't do this anymore.
He snaps at George, taking his anger out on him. He feels better, in spite of, or maybe because of, the hurt in George's eyes.
But a minute later, he feels like the world's biggest asshole. He starts to apologize, but then, before he can say another word, George's lips press against his, and then he understands what George is thinking.
He returns the kiss hungrily, and feels some of the world's weight lifted from his shoulders.