The two of them arrived at Elvis's bedroom. Lysander strolled through the room, running his hands over the walls, decorations, and paintings. Elvis stood there staring at him.
"How are you doing?" Elvis asked after a while of silence.
Lysander smiled, his hands running over Elvis's table. "Why are you asking? Of course I'm fine. It's just been a while since I've been here in your room. Feels like ages."
Elvis stared at him without saying anything.
"And you? How are you doing?" Lysander asked, turning to stare at Elvis, the smile still on his face.
"Of course I'm fine. I should be asking you that. You locked yourself inside there for so long. You didn't look so good." He hesitated. "Didn't you know we were worried about you?"
Lysander smiled with a nod. "You're worried about me? I didn't believe this day would come. When you'd finally care about me."
Elvis scoffed. "What are you talking about? I've always cared."
