A big noisy family, but what Callan described was certainly different from Elliot's life. Amelia didn't host events unless she had too. The family did have friends who would show up but it was rather infrequent and never particularly formal. It was neat to learn that Callan was also one of five though Elliot was middle child, the youngest before the twins were born. Something they almost had in common despite the obviously different dynamics.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't mind a small place…" Elliot replied he didn't really see any reason that Callan couldn't have that. It's not as if they used very much of their current house. Mostly it just collected dust for Sarah to wipe away.<br/><br/>Elliot agreed, being busy was preferable. For a while it had been fun having nothing to do but explore his new home and relax, but with so few people around it was quickly growing old. Which was probably why Elliot was sitting in the office instead of going to bed. Didn't Callan get lonely too? Working couldn't be that satisfying, not that he was going to voice that question. Instead he yawned and watched curiously when Callan got to his feet and opened the window. He blinked and rubbed his eyes at the small cloud of fog that appeared. Callan didn't seem bothered as the creature that came from it scurried up onto the desk. Elliot watched the exchange with a frown and waited for it to disappear back out the window before speaking.<br/><br/>"What was that?" He asked looking out the window it had come and gone from.