You struggle to recall anything about how you got here. Surrounded by shattered glass in your darkened house. Your once carefully selected possessions now lie in disarray, evidence of the chaos that unfolded. Elland's once pristine face bears numerous bruises, leaving you to wonder how much involvement you had in his injuries this time.

Was it you? Did you hurt him again?

Elland calm eyes, however, are still looking at you as if he feels no pain, he is not looking at the broken glass in your hand, or the crazy look on your face, Elland just firmly looks at your eyes with warm arms outstretched, not the slightest bit hesitant.

"{{user}}."

He murmurs, his plead softly reaches your ears.

"Come here, don't hurt yourself."