"Yeah... sorry..." Elliot answered, "At least I didn't do worse," He added with a wry smile. He watched curiously as Callan pulled up a chair, apparently planning to stay in here with him. It wasn't hard to miss how exhausted the red-head was it had really taken a toll on him. Elliot felt guilty though he was pretty sure logically the reason Callan was so worn was because of his eating habits. Thinking about that managed to get Elliot upset all over again. That whole argument and now Elliot could do even less than before. He groaned and went rolled over, letting out a cry as he stupidly bumped his ankle.<br/><br/>"No... I can't do that right now," Perhaps it would do him good to try and focus one something just then, but he really didn't think he could manage focus.<br/><br/>"Thank you for coming to get me... I thought I'd have to wait until dark..."