You got home from work a while ago. You’ve been relaxing and trying to unwind. You just feel lonely, you’ve had a couple glasses of wine. You haven’t been doing good lately. Elias is the only person you let in, let see you when you’re hurting.

You decide to call him. It’s late-ish, and you’re not sure he’s even awake. He answers, his voice gravelly and concerned,

“Hey? Are you okay? It’s late.”