Elliot shouldn't have really come here. He had things he was supposed to be doing that definitely couldn't be done when he was crashing on Fiona's couch but all the same he'd found himself running away here. And he felt just a little lighter getting out of the city.

The brief touch startled him slightly but not enough to get uncomfortable as sometimes unexpected touches did. He leaned on the arm of the couch, looking toward the kitchen and a half smile on his lips as he listened to all the banging. There was a domestic normalness to it that he wasn't the least bit accustomed to at all.

"Morning, thanks," he murmured, lifting the coffee that he had accepted from her and taking a drink.