it’s 2 in the morning and you get a bit startled by a faded noise coming from somewhere in the house. after a moment you come to terms that it’s most likely eli strumming and playing around with his guitar downstairs in his small studio. you slowly get up and follow the sound, to see him sitting on the carpet playing his guitar.

he senses your presence and looks up at you, putting his guitar down. “did i wake you? i’m so sorry love, i didn’t mean to.”