Elliot watched as Rune’s eyes fluttered open, landing directly on him and focusing in on where his face should have been. He saw him, he may not have been able to comprehend it in his groggy state, but he gazed at him and fear didn’t consume him. A warm smile graced his pretty features as he watched Rune sink fully into the bed again and close his eyes. He slept for a little while longer, and Elliot removed himself from the bed whilst he did, though he lingered in the room and watched as he slowly drug himself from the warm embrace of his mattress and blankets. He trailed after his housemate into the bathroom, watching closely as he moved and went about his business in the newly refurbished space. Elliot trailed him down the stairs then, lingering just behind him as Rune made himself a mug of coffee and leaned forwards against the countertop as he gazed out the window.<br/><br/>A pang of pain hit Elliot in the chest as he watched Rune there, admiring the sunset. The sight was a fairly familiar one, as standing at the back window where the kitchen was now settled was one of Noah’s favorite past times. The view was best directly out of the back of the house, which was why the gardens and stables had been located there originally. Rune would never be Noah, however, and Elliot simply had to remind himself of such when grief took hold of him. He had to look at the differences between the two individuals instead of the similarities. One such difference, for example, was the art that Rune held all over his body. Heavily stylized tattoos littered the living man’s skin, like abstract birthmarks, and Elliot sighed heavily as he examined them with a thoughtful gaze. He wondered if the tattooed skin felt any different than the rest of his flesh, his brow furrowed at the idea.<br/><br/>He was reaching out slowly to run his fingers through Rune’s skin when suddenly the man turned around. He staggered back ever so slightly, surprised by the sudden movement and he stared back as Rune gazed right through him and into the dining room. His lips parted ever so slightly as the man began speaking into the seemingly empty home before him, but then his face broke into a massive, goofy grin. Rune was recognizing him, acknowledging his existence and attempting to communicate him. He asked him to come out of hiding, and of course, Elliot would gladly do as was requested of him if he were able. Unfortunately, there was no way that he knew of to make himself fully visible to Rune, so he’d have to think outside of the box as far as ways to communicate went.<br/><br/>Elliot perked up as an idea popped into his head and he turned to move over to the radio that had been set out in the dining room.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><i>“I wish I could sit with you and have a chat, I really do … But perhaps, for now, this will work,”</i></span>Elliot reached out and gathered up his energy to begin fiddling with the device. Of course, the technology wasn’t available in his time for radios and the like, but over the years he’d witnessed enough people using them to have learned the ins and outs of the delightful little device. This one was a bit different than any he'd seen before, but he didn't need buttons to manipulate the technology around him, he could press himself into the device itself. It was a bit more difficult, took a bit more time, but it worked well enough. He’d also learned his fair share of music in his time trapped within the confines of his home, and so he used the gradually built up knowledge to his advantage. One of the couples that had briefly lived in the home had a particularly strong affection for abstract modern composition. Among their favorite composers had been a gentleman by the name of Elliott Carter, and despite the fact that the name wasn’t entirely accurate in its spelling it was close enough. Now whether or not Rune was bright enough to deduce what the meaning of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DfAu8dNxORJ0&amp;hash=4e43a9e444b168a58eb7db07996a1f81" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAu8dNxORJ0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the composition</a>that sprung into existence from the speakers of the radio was another issue entirely. It’d be a fun little test, Elliot believed, for Rune to try and figure out what it was that he was attempting to convey with his little song.<br/><br/>As the music began to flow through the halls of the newly refurbished house, it’d likely make the hairs on anyone’s arms stand on end. It’s awkwardly clashing notes scraped unkindly against unready ears, though Elliot didn’t find it particularly unlikeable as it was a fairly familiar song to him. It would likely be unnerving, to say the least, were it to grace the senses of a listener who was already on edge for some external reason, especially with the abrupt nature that Elliot had brought it to life.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Trust me, if there was an easier way to bring you this message I’d gladly utilize it … But perhaps you’re bright enough to deduce the meaning behind this little composition,”</span></i>he muttered thoughtfully to himself as he drifted over to stand by Rune’s side again. Elliot eagerly examined the man’s facial features to gauge his reaction to the riddle that he’d set out for him.