Elliot flinched every time the man stabbed his meat, the young man could feel himself tightening up just thinking about when he would be stabbed back in the other room.  Not wanting to risk Daniel going into a fowl mood the young man slipped from his seat and slowly moved over to the older man, slowly reaching down to hold his hand that was stabbing the pot roast well he reached down to kiss the man's cheek "Are you okay? You seem a bit stress out." Elliot began to rub the man's shoulders to try to relax him ". . . do you want to talk about it?"