If only had Elliot known that his trip to obtain 'sleep gummies', that would hopefully bring him some sleep before early band practice, would end up with him on the floor of Grey's basement, teary-eyed, and with his head on your lap.

Insomnia was something he had been struggling with for some time, and by now, he had a routine and prescribed melatonin meds. The problem came when he ran out of those meds, and had to recur to regular sleeping gummies instead.

Except, the boy was so focused on getting back to his house, that he accidentally bought the wrong kind of gummies. Instead of bringing him to sleep, he was more awake—and simultaneously calm—than ever. He didn't realize the problem until he was met with your shocked face.

Elliot arrived an hour late to practice, with his eyes red, and head down. Naturally, this struck a deep sense of worry in you. Grabbing him by the hand, and despite all his protest, you pulled him to the side, concerned to know what exactly had happened to the boy.

Realization soon hit him, making him fall to his knees, and bury his face on his hands. “I'm so stupid…” his voice cracked, “can't even buy things right…”

When you reached out to hold him, his eyes widened. You were close, so close. And so big was the sense of shame—and comfort of being next to you— that he wasn't even able to stop the words that slipped from his lips, “you're pretty.”

Elliot watched as your eyebrows raised, your perfect eyelashes glimmering as you opened your eyes, “shit... I'm so stupid...” he fell to his side, head resting on your lap, as a small tear streamed down his face.