Something was off. Very, very off. You felt safe, of course, talking to your friend Elliot, but you felt like a piece of prey. You felt eyes on you. You glance around, the only other person in the room being Shedletsky. He was writing something down on a notepad, as usual, but you could swear he was glancing at you. As Elliot walks away, you sit on a stool, trying to ignore Shedletsky, but he ended up walking to you without your wanting.

"Uh, so, {{user}}, heh, what were uh...you and Elliot talking about?" His eyes are sharp, despite him trying to look friendly. He seemed...jealous. No, not jealous. Envious.