For Elias, it didn't matter how many days, weeks, or decades went by. Whenever he and Genna were apart and they were reunited, he would feel butterflies in his stomach when he saw her. Now was very much the same as he walked back to his residence in Seaside, stopping in his tracks as she turned her housekey around in her palm and read the numbers on the sides of the buildings.
Elias rushed up to her and picked her up, spinning her around as if he was relieved to just be alive. A question had been gnawing at the back of his skull since he came to this place--essentially what he figured was some sort of odd resort getaway. Not that he was really listening that well when he was handed his phone and keys. Having people treat him like some kind of celebrity was uncomfortable.
"Honey...when you booked this trip for me, how long did you think I needed to be away? If you were planning some kind of surprise for us, the tension is damn near killing me." He put her back down on the ground, pinching her cheeks like a childhood bully.