Difficult. Everything about this situation seemed like it was about as easy as pulling a camel through the eye of a needle. In fact, Elijah probably would have rather threaded a camel than go through all of these undulating emotions that made him feel like he was on a roller coaster. One moment he knew what he was feeling and what he was saying and the next, Cain would turn his head and Elijah would be left speechless. The man had done more to frustrate the ever confident Elijah than any woman had in hundreds of years. He was even more daunting a task than Katherine.
Sitting in his office, Elijah did a lot of busywork. There was nothing important that he'd allow himself to touch because his mind wasn't in the game. He was distracted to a fault, wondering what Cain wanted to talk about after his shower. They could be merely extending their conversation, or it could be something else entirely. The original thought he did well by putting all his cards out there on the table-- at least he thought he had. Things were beginning to blur together currently as he waited for that fatal knock.
Turned from the door, Elijah had just poured himself a bourbon to help ease with cravings and nerves all the same, when he heard Cain at his back. He stopped breathing for a second and thanked whoever was listening for the fact that Cain was a regular human and wouldn't notice the uptick in his heart and the pause in his breathing, all little tells that he was nervous.
"Certainly." Elijah turned to his decanter and poured out another glass and offered it over to Cain. "Bourbon, enjoy." Given that he wasn't the one to request this meeting after everything, Elijah decided that he'd let Cain start, and placed his hands up on the desk, neatly folded in front of him.
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Sitting in his office, Elijah did a lot of busywork. There was nothing important that he'd allow himself to touch because his mind wasn't in the game. He was distracted to a fault, wondering what Cain wanted to talk about after his shower. They could be merely extending their conversation, or it could be something else entirely. The original thought he did well by putting all his cards out there on the table-- at least he thought he had. Things were beginning to blur together currently as he waited for that fatal knock.
Turned from the door, Elijah had just poured himself a bourbon to help ease with cravings and nerves all the same, when he heard Cain at his back. He stopped breathing for a second and thanked whoever was listening for the fact that Cain was a regular human and wouldn't notice the uptick in his heart and the pause in his breathing, all little tells that he was nervous.
"Certainly." Elijah turned to his decanter and poured out another glass and offered it over to Cain. "Bourbon, enjoy." Given that he wasn't the one to request this meeting after everything, Elijah decided that he'd let Cain start, and placed his hands up on the desk, neatly folded in front of him.