Elliot lingered there in front of Rune momentarily, not entirely aware of the events that he’d set in motion as he examined the group of movers with an uneasy gaze. He felt a sudden shift in the man's energy, however, and that redirected his attention back to the gorgeous gentleman once again. What he saw when he turned would have made his heart drop, had he been in possession of one at this point in his existence. The healthy, vibrant young man’s face had drained of all color, and as he turned to attempt to make his way back into the living room his knees buckled beneath him, sending him plummeting to the floor. Elliot wanted to do something to help soften his fall, but being acutely aware of his condition made him simply stand rigidly off to the side, watching as everything crumbled for a brief moment. Two forms rushed through him but the spirit didn’t move an inch, not even flinching as they stepped into him as there was no sensation to accompany the action.<br/><br/>He noted as the pair of rather large men squatted down beside Rune, that he appeared to have his eyes trained directly on him. Despite the fluttering of his eyelids, Elliot could feel the horrified man’s gaze boring into his very soul, and he couldn't help but smile. Though the situation was anything but pleasant for him, and certainly for the living that were involved in it, there was something undeniably satisfying about being looked at instead of being looked through. Rune was seeing him, truly seeing him for the first time, even if the image may not have been entirely clear.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“This shall be the first time of many that we will be seeing each other, I hope,”</span></i>he whispered to the man, a warm smile gracing his features even though they were most likely indistinguishable to the nearly unconscious man that laid before him.<br/><br/>He heard Jerome taking off behind him and he knew that he’d bared witness to his ethereal form as well, but in truth, he simply couldn’t find it in himself to care. It wasn’t as though it’d have any particular bearing on him anyways, the house has stood here with many people claiming sightings of him, for centuries, in fact, he remembered the last time a man had seen him this directly. The ending had been much unhappier, he recalled the events as he watched them load Rune into the obnoxiously flashing ambulance after checking his vitals on the floor of his newly refurbished Victorian home.<br/><br/>It had been an older man, likely in his late fifties, and he’d been a skeptic just as Rune was. He remembered every feature of his aged face, as they’d spent quite a few months together after he suffered a heart attack upon coming face to face with the ghost of 238 West Street. It was the first company he’d had in years, as the man had come for a tour of the home with his beloved wife in 1983. He’d had three children, Elliot had learned in the time they’d spent together, one was a son who he’d never had time to patch up his relationship with. Elliot believed that to be why his soul remained for as long as it did, he must have reminded him of his estranged son in some way. Gradually developing a relationship with him allowed him to finally rest after months of companionship, and when he passed on it left Elliot in a vacuum of loneliness once again. It left him to be glimpsed in windows and felt in gusts of cool air on the odd occasion. It left his name once again crumbled to dust with his bones and those of his loved ones beneath the earth, and talk of his existence whispered between frightened teenagers that snuck onto the property at night on dares from their friends.<br/><br/>Once again Elliot had been forgotten.<br/><br/>But now, once again, he’d been seen. Rune had witnessed his ghostly form and had lived to tell the tale, and now he’d come back and be aware of Elliot’s presence in his home, right? They may not be able to truly interact, but perhaps it’d feel a bit more like some sort of company if Rune was aware of him, and accepting of the fact that he was, in fact, existing within the walls of the old home. Only time would tell, he supposed, and so he settled in by a window on the second floor, gazing out upon the beautifully manicured front the lawn as he waited for the return of his newest housemate.