The point of this was to grab a few remaining things, remnant of their time together, of living together once upon a time. In and out had been his plan, nothing more than polite courtesy to make it as painless as possible.
Old Man Winter, of course, had other plans.
Elliot glances to the window - only the half-moon above provides any light outdoors, highlighting the never ending snow. With any luck, he’d get stuck on the way home, and with dropping temperatures, waiting for a tow in shit like this would take hours - he’d probably be quicker towalk at that point.
Still, he’s met with a barrier long before he can even think about grabbing his keys and buttoning up his coat. He knows that look, knows it all too well.
Changing her mind? Out of the question.
He sighs, defeated, retreating back into the apartment. The box, set down with another sigh and a thud on top of the hall table. He stands before her, arm’s length apart. Far enough that he’s not used to it yet.
Elliot steps in. It’s still familiar, still comfortable even though she’s made changes since his departure. He wants to think it doesn’t bother him, but it does. Off comes his coat, hung on the rack.
“Those candles - they new?”
He hates small talk, but it’s all he’s got.
❛ yeah, sort of. ❜ she shrugs. ❛ got them from amanda for christmas. ❜
her eyes drift to them then. the soft, golden flicker & and rich sandalwood scent always helped to ease the stress weighing her down at the end of a long day. but tonight the warmth doesn’t do much to help; elliot has returned yet again & the tension in her bones refuses to cease. she wants him out, & knowing that’s not due till morning makes her stiffen even further.
❛ i wish i was a little more prepared … ❜ a huff, & liv shakes her head.
❛ can’t even find a damn flashlight anywhere. ❜
the absurdity of the moment causes her shoulders to rise with a short laugh. this was easily the last situation she expected to be in tonight, let alone ever. forcing herself to make small talk with someone she once called, at theleast, her best friend in a candle - lit apartment without the ease of filling the silence it was bizarre. & liv was struggling to see how she was going to make it through.
( god, give her a miracle . )
so, she’ll give hospitality a shot. it’s the least she can offer in exchange for holding him practically prisoner.
❛ … take something from the fridge if you’d like, before it gets spoiled. ❜
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