WHITTAKER.

elliot’s reply caused him to chuckle. he leaned back into the chair and traced the tip of his finger around the rim of the mug. ❛ hah, sounds like you had fun then. ❜ he haphazardly ran a hand through his hair. ❛ i wish i could travel like you do. seeing the rest of the world sounds like a dream. ❜ he may have had all the time in the world to travel, but certainly not the money.

❛ i’m sure i can say you had a better time than i’m having. i hate staying inside all day. ❜ it sometimes felt like the only traveling he did was sitting on a plane for a few hours; for the rest of the time he was stuck inside, often without being able to go out and sightsee ( even after so many years, he hated being trapped indoors. it conflicted with his upbringing. ). ❛ if i can, i’ll make time to get away. what should i do while i’m here this time ? ❜

                     _{———THERE WAS A PAUSE FOLLOWING HIS THOUGHT. their truth in the immortal game was simple ; where some counted vast riches, others depended on the occupations that came to them. elliot was not proud of his job, the job that sustained him, yet it went without saying that he could live life comfortably on the few hours he put into it. smiling, the man turned his cup and placed it down on the knit coaster beside whittaker.}  

      _{❝ i’d like to show you around, if you’d let me?}

❞

he lifted to take what of whittaker’s the other had packed, gesturing towards the backrooms of the flat. 

❝

maybe i’ll be able to convince you to join me on an otherworldly adventure in the future ; for now, staycations seem safe enough? ❞