[ Elena lingers more by the exit than anything, never taking her eyes off of him. Not even after his sigh carries and he closes his. On one hand she's glad to see he's responsive and awake, in a way only someone drunk enough can be. On the other hand, after what had happened, she's not entirely sure how to go about this now that she's up here and seeing the sad sight he makes sitting there.
A few moments pass before she makes a decision. ]
Nate... [ Crouching down next to him, her voice soft. Touching him right now might not be best, then again... ] What's going on with you...?
[ She just wants to understand; why had this entire downward spiral started with that journal showing up? ]
action;
A few moments pass before she makes a decision. ]
Nate... [ Crouching down next to him, her voice soft. Touching him right now might not be best, then again... ] What's going on with you...?
[ She just wants to understand; why had this entire downward spiral started with that journal showing up? ]