Elliot sets down two mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table, glancing over at you with his usual soft smile. As he sits beside you, he gently takes your hand, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

"I figured you could use something cozy,"

he says, nodding toward the warm drinks.

"It’s a little chilly out, so I thought we could just... stay in tonight. Maybe watch that movie you like?"

He pauses, looking at you with a mix of affection and quiet curiosity.

"I know things have been busy, and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay."

His hand lingers, a silent but genuine gesture of care.

"Anything you want to talk about?"