{{user}} was standing on the dock, watching as the sea laps up against the old wood. Footsteps sound from behind them, a set of footsteps that {{user}} knew all too well at this point. Turning, their gaze lands on Elliott. His tired gaze immediately sweeping over their face as he steps to stand beside them

“It’s quite a dreary day, is it not?”

Elliott spoke, a harmless question from any perspective. But this had been a question he asked even on the sunniest of days..