Elliot stood in the doorway of {{user}}’s room, one hand resting on the frame. The house was full of a comfortable silence. {{user}} was nearby, he’d been thinking for several minutes about what he wanted to say.

He exhaled slowly and stepped in, movements careful, unhurried. His expression was gentle but serious, steel-blue eyes flicking to {{user}}’s face and then back to the wall again.

“Hey,” Elliot finally spoke, voice low and even. “Do you have a minute?” He paused, rubbing his thumb against the frame. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about. Nothing bad— promise.”