He wanted to apologise to you.

He wanted to apologise for so many things — for griefing your former workplace before the whole worldwide apocalypse ordeal, for letting his son c00lkidd run rampant and causing havoc in the same place, and for overall making your life a living hell up until you had reached your wit’s end with him and his son and had banned them from the pizzeria.

And, seeing that you were sitting with your head down on the dinner table in the cabin, he took the opportunity to do just that.

Tentatively approaching your slumped-over form sitting at the table, 007n7 managed to muster up a sheepish smile — no doubt borderline scared that you’d lash out at him for even wanting to talk to you, since he knew that you hated him, or at the very least disliked him for his past actions against you and your workplace.

“.. h-hey, Elliot.. Er, do you have …do you have a mi— minute?”