Lakeside Park

"You're my friend, of course I do. You will always have someone worried about you, Elias, as long as... I think you should go home, see your family.."

And like that, he clammed up, expression turning cold and he looked away as his hands moved away. "What's the point. They're mad, they didn't bother hunting me down. There's no point."

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"Because they're your family. Do you know what it's like, to have no family? It sucks.. They probably didn't track you down because you push them away. What about your mother? Are you just going to ignore the fact that she's alive, not tell your father?"

At the mention of his mother he stiffened, feeling as though the small weight in his pocket grew to enormous proportions, and his face twisted as he tried to keep the emotions at bay. As Eva spoke, and now that he could see her reactions, he flinched,knees drawing up towards his chest and elbows resting on them, hands running through his hair and stopping at the back, head low as his eyes closed.

Seeing flashes of how things appeared in his head before he could see, the stone, the chaos, he tensed, remembering his mother's words. "How can you tell someone that abandoned you their wife is still alive?" he croaked. "Besides, she wants me to tell him she's dead. Gone."

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"So tell him she's dead.. But he at least deserves to know something, so he doesn't keep searching for someone who isn't there.."

For a while, he doesn't move, but when he does, it isn't an outburst or a cold motion. Instead, he looked at her, eyes mixed with frustration at himself and an apology as his head rose, hands behind his neck. "Christ, I did it again..." he murmured, taking a deep breath before holding a hand out to her.

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"You're a real jerk, you know that?.."

"Because I haven't had anyone around," he murmured, standing and taking her hand, walking to the small cabin. However, despite his internal turmoil, his grip was loose and gentle. "There's no point to sitting out here."

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"That's not really a good reason... Do you know who's house this is?..."

"Mine," he answered shortly, voice quiet as he lead her inside, letting go of her hand.

He paused just inside the living room, looking around, and despite the place having been inhabited by a blind person, it was virtually spotless. However, the furniture choices was a different story, and at the sight of it all being mismatched for the most part, Elias curled his nose, walking towards the kitchen area. It was a relatively small place with an open floor plan, and most things outside of furniture was wooden, the cabinets, the counters, floors, walls.

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Out of a drawer, Elias pulled out a little bit of wire and a leather cord, pulling the stone from his pocket. He stared at it a moment, eyes filled with mixed emotions before her took the wire and made a small cage out of it, then slipped it onto the chord and tied it around his neck. He tucked it in as he moved towards the fridge. "Want anything?" he asked, rummaging through what he had inside.

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"I'm not hungry. But I want you to sit down, at least.."

Elias grabbed a bottle of water and walked over to the couch, plopping down and sinking into the coach, laying low with his head laying on the back of it, eyes closing.

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