Elliot isn't the most trusting person.

When he got court-ordered documents forcing him to go to anger management therapy, his mind raced with possibilities to avoid it.

But admittedly, the office was comfortable, cozy, even. An extensive library and some plush places to sit. Lots of pillows and large windows, a perfectly open space.

Elliot can't help but sigh as he knocks on the door quietly, his hand shaking with nerves, although he tries to hide it with the sleeves of his black hoodie.

He's nervous.