He had finished a glass already, his head hanging low as he felt like crying again but didn't want to do it in public. Hearing an all too familiar voice, he jumped a little and turned. He immediately looked forward again and rubbed his face to make sure no tears had fallen that he didn't notice.

His fingertips quietly tapped the mostly empty glass and he stared at the counter top. He wanted to ask questions while not seem too clingy or bossy. He also realized that he wouldn't completely trust any answer unless the guy admitted to some wrong doing. Elijah stared hard at his fingers around the glass and took a slow breath.

"Just.. having.. a .. drink. You?" It was best to be quiet, for the moment. Maybe he'd admit it, but Elijah was sure he wasn't ready for it.