The return apology surprised Elliot. He hadn't exactly expected one, reasoning that Callan's response had been pretty logical given that Elliot had barged into his office while he slept and tried to scold him for his eating habits. He nodded, shifting the pile in his arms, "It's alright... I wasn't scared, not really," Perhaps a little lie, but he wasn't scared now. He hesitated when Callan offered to help, but happily handed some over, though he would have managed just fine. If Callan was willing to spare a moment then Elliot was going to let him.<br/><br/>"You went to see Sol right? How is he?" He asked, some small talk as they headed up the stairs, pausing to yawn, "I'm glad you got a little bit of a break from all the work you do,"<br/><br/>It was well past time he go to bed, but he still had every intention of staying up. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the time yet. Half wondered if Callan would let him sit with him while he worked, but at the same time he was pretty sure that would bore him to sleep.