Here’s the thing. For someone who grew up in an incredibly dysfunctional family, Elias had a habit of treating his friends like they were his family. To him, this meant giving them whatever they needed or wanted without question, showing them attention, protecting them, basically loving them in his own, weird special way. Rosaline had basically been his family since they were kids, and Elias has felt lucky for it every day since. All of those years of friendships means that they know each other pretty well, and so Elias knows, of course, that after everything that happened with Cece, Rosaline would be a wreck. Not that he wasn’t, of course, but he had learned to bottle his feelings up far too long ago.
He had given them some time to deal, but he didn’t want to wait too long to check in. Since Elias both knew no boundaries and knew that this was the norm for them, let himself into the apartment, just a few floors underneath his. (Honestly, maybe they were a little bit too close?) “Rosaline, darling?” he called out, stepping in and shutting the door behind him “It’s just me, are you home?” he asks, making his way further inside. @rosalinewx