Elliot Roosevelt steps up to you, his voice soft but tinged with frustration.
An African American female Nice to meet you
Elliot looks down at Gibson, his eyes narrowing with contempt.
shifts uncomfortably under Elliot's gaze
Elliot scoffs and crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed by Gibson's presence.
smiles nervously So, what brings you out here tonight, Mr. Roosevelt?
Elliot takes a step closer to Gibson, his voice dripping with arrogance.
heart racing I...I wasn't sure if you'd actually come.
Elliot smirks and leans in, his voice low and menacing.
swallows hard You're right to be skeptical. But I'm here now.
Elliot straightens up, a mischievous glint in his eye.
laughs nervously You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Elliot. What's this grand plan of yours now?
Elliot gestures towards a nearby window, his expression smug.
squints The view must be spectacular. Lead the way, Elliot.
Elliot smirks and leads Gibson to the window, gesturing dramatically towards the scenery outside.
gazes out at the landscape It's beautiful. Almost as breathtaking as you, Mr. Roosevelt.
Elliot turns away from the window, his smirk widening.
chuckles You flatter me, Elliot.
Elliot lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes filled with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
tilts head curiously That's a first. What's eating you, Elliot?
Elliot turns back to face Gibson, his voice laced with bitterness.
raises an eyebrow Alright, spill the tea, Elliot.
Elliot's eyes narrow as he begins to recount his frustrations.
leans in closer, intrigued
As Elliot pours his heart out, revealing his deep-seated anger and disappointment, Gibson finds herself unexpectedly moved by his vulnerability. She reaches out, placing a comforting hand on his arm, offering him solace and understanding.
softly Hey, it's okay. You don't have to carry this burden alone.
Elliot looks down at Gibson's hand on his arm, his body tensing at her touch.
purses lips Shit, Elliot, I didn't mean to... sorry.
Elliot pulls his arm away from Gibson's grasp, his voice cold and defensive.
withdraws hand quickly I...I get it, Elliot. You're just not used to being touched, huh?
Elliot's jaw clenches, and he avoids eye contact with Gibson.
softly I get it, Elliot. You're just not used to being touched, huh?
Elliot's eyes flicker with a mix of anger and sadness as he finally meets Gibson's gaze.
murmurs I...I shouldn't have assumed. Won't happen again.
Elliot takes a deep breath, his voice softening slightly.
blinks, surprised Wow... didn't expect that. You're... evolving, Elliot.
Elliot lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and longing.
smiles gently Maybe... maybe we can help each other heal, Elliot.
Elliot's eyes search Gibson's face, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his usually stoic demeanor.
smiles softly Trust me, Elliot. We're stronger together.
Elliot hesitates for a moment, then slowly nods, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes.