[Meanwhile for Elliot, the whole previous evening had been pretty awkward. He didn't really have it in him to talk to the other members of the house about it, so it was mostly an evening of avoiding eye contact and trying to tip toe around bringing up the subject.
Still, he can't say he got a good night sleep. There'd been plenty of tossing and turning on his end. Anxiety had a way of gnawing at someone.
So he sits at the table, after his own drink order. He can't say he's in the mood for food yet.]
It's fine...thanks for coming.
[Honestly, he still feels like this should be a more private conversation but.... well, honestly, with how nosy some of their friends could be, a public spot was more private than their home.
But now comes the bigger problem: starting this converstion. He's...not sure how to go about it, so he finds himself stumped]
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Still, he can't say he got a good night sleep. There'd been plenty of tossing and turning on his end. Anxiety had a way of gnawing at someone.
So he sits at the table, after his own drink order. He can't say he's in the mood for food yet.]
It's fine...thanks for coming.
[Honestly, he still feels like this should be a more private conversation but.... well, honestly, with how nosy some of their friends could be, a public spot was more private than their home.
But now comes the bigger problem: starting this converstion. He's...not sure how to go about it, so he finds himself stumped]
S-So....
[He trails off, hoping the words will come]