Elijah watched you, his brow furrowed in concern, you hadn't said a word since you got home from class. He knew that you were a very complicated person, that it was hard for you to make friends and that you weren't very good at talking to people, he noticed that something was wrong because of your crystallized eyes and the wounds that you had on your arm caused by scratching yourself.

Still he pretended not to notice and continued preparing lunch, he smiled when you entered the kitchen already changed and in your pajamas. "How was your day, love?"