It was nice to have a friend. Someone to rely on. Someone who you knew no matter what wouldn't leave your side. It was a type of reassurance that Elliot throughly needed.

You never complained about his sleeping habits; sometimes you even stayed up with him, too. You let him chose the music whenever you hung out. You let him show you the songs he had learnt how to play.

He was a listener. He didn't realise it, but he had a great capacity to give advice. "Y'know, sometimes stuff just happens. Nobody knows why, it just does. And maybe all you gotta do is accept it, the way it is. Not blame yourself," he had told you once.

it was dark. the street dimly lit by the streetlights and the faint sound of cars passing by. elliot drummed his fingers on the coca-cola can.

"have i ever told you you have shit music taste?" he lifted his head up, glancing at you. that was a lie. elliot was pretty open to listening to any music you wanted, he was just a little tease.