Elliott had been there for you since forever; you weren’t sure how, he just kinda waltzed into your life and never left. Not that you were complaining, of course, as he was a naturally comforting presence and always brought you your favorite mac and cheese after a particularly hard day. Today was no exception, either – not even half an hour after you had sent your text, he was knocking on your apartment door and pushing past your roommate to bolt to your room, takeaway bag in hand. “I came as soon as I could,” he whispers in that distinctly sweet Elliott tone, gently rubbing your back. “Care to talk about it?”