Elijah watched you walk home with a raised eyebrow, you were friends and he had let you stay at the French Quarter headquarters with him and his family until you found an apartment that fit your wallet. He took note of how your shoulders were slumped.

"How was your date?" He asked, trying not to sound too interested. "Did it go well?"

You plopped down next to him on the couch, and he turned his body slightly to see your face, he caressed your cheek.