Elijah wondered if he had said too much. He started to believe it when the other said nothing for a moment and stared. Was he evaluating how truthful it was? Or trying to see if there was actually any hope in the pathetic constable? It made him nervous but he dared not look away. It was only when the waiter loudly put down the bottle did he break eye contact. He stared up at the waiter and wonder if he noticed them looking at each other silently. That had to be weird right? He told himself not to think about it.

His attention went back to his companion when he spoke and he laughed embarrassed. It was a hard question and thinking about all of the answers was even harder to face.

"It isn't that hard to believe. I've barely had friends in my life. No one knows about what I could write. No one probably would even care. I'm not handsome or a social butterfly or anything that makes me worthwhile on meeting. I'm not someone people strive to meet in their lives. I'm just a simple man who works and then goes home to my small place and cat. And I'm happy with my life, I know I don't have much to offer I just wished I had someone to share it with. But it hasn't happened and my few attempts have been ... disheartening at least. So I think its better for myself emotionally that I face reality. I'm fine keeping things the way they are and not keep trying for something that only hurts in the end."