Time moved differently for a being who’d existed for as many years as Elliot had. Generally speaking, days flew past without much of a care for the trapped spirit, as he drifted from room to room listlessly. He’d entertain himself by testing the limits of his physical power, opening, and closing doors, pushing things about the floor, and even doodling on the various windows in the home when the frost or condensation was thick enough. The day that Rune was admitted to the hospital, however, felt as though it was going to drag on forever. Elliot knew he was alright, of course, his vitals had seemed to be perfectly stable when he’d gone, he’d just been given a bit of a fright by his first direct interaction with his cohabitator. Yet, for some reason, the seconds drug on painfully as Elliot peered out the door and awaited the return of his newest companion. Perhaps it was because it had been quite a few years since he’d had the promise of steady company, but he didn’t like the fact that Rune had left for such an extended period of time so quickly after he’d arrived. He’d fucked up Elliot’s home in order to come and live within it, the very least he could do was try his best to stick around and offer him some steady company, he believed.<br/><br/>The man paced restlessly at the window on the second floor, his lips pulled into a frown and his hands clasped firmly behind his back. It seemed like an eternity before a pair of people strolled up the walkway from the curbside, where vehicles had to be parked as there was no drive. Once upon a time, there’d been a large, state of the art stable located directly behind the house, and that’s where his form of transportation had been held. The stables had been torn down by one of the families that had moved in prior, however, much to Elliot’s chagrin, and replaced with a massive playset for their children. Of course, he’d had no need for a garage of any sort, as may have been necessary or at least appreciated in the modern day. It was something that Rune hadn’t seemed to mind when he’d moved into the place though, it wasn’t as though a short stroll through the front gardens when he arrived home was anything to shirk at, of course.<br/><br/>Elliot stepped up to the window hurriedly when he noticed the pair of bodies slowly meandering up the path and his face broke into a smile as he rushed from the room to meet them in the front foyer. His company had returned, and even if he couldn’t communicate with said company even just having another being in the house was beyond comforting, despite all the chaos he’d caused prior to moving in. The spirit hurried down the upstairs hall, the sheer energy behind his movement causing a door to swing shut in his wake before he bolted down the stairs and came to a screeching halt just in front of the pair. His brow quirked upwards as he listened to the brief conclusion of their conversation before Rune walked the strange woman, whose name was apparently Shelley, out of the home. When he stepped back in Elliot clapped his hands together pleasantly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><i>“Lovely! Now I’ve got you all to myself again, my dear,”</i></span>he commented chipperly, stepping across the foyer to stand just in front of him and gaze into his eyes appreciatively for a few moments before he stepped forward.<br/><br/>Rune strode directly through the apparition and headed upstairs after locking the door and shutting off the lights in the front hall. Elliot bounded up the steps after him, coming to a halt in the hallway just in front of Rune’s bedroom door. The man paled slightly as he stood there, glancing around what appeared to be an empty hall to him while Elliot stared intently right back at him. He bolted for the door quite suddenly, slamming it shut behind them with no real consequence for his companion, as he easily glided through the door and into the bedroom. He watched closely as Rune tucked himself beneath his blankets completely, hiding his beautiful form from view as though it’d truly protect him from any harm, not that Elliot wished to harm him of course.<br/><br/>Elliot hovered at the end of the man’s bed for a while, until he could see that the man’s breathing had steadied beneath the layers of cloth. When he was sure that Rune was finally asleep, he got to work. He moved up to the side of the bed carefully and mustered just about everything he had to carefully push the covers back to uncover the man’s face. He looked rather pleasant when he was sleeping, peaceful and carefree despite the terror he’d experienced earlier in the day. The sight of him like that caused a smile to play on Elliot’s lips, and he carefully lowered himself onto the bed. He couldn’t truly lie down and sleep, nor could he even really relax as it took quite a bit of effort to exist with the bed acting as a solid surface beneath him. That much didn’t matter to him though, as the simple pleasure of lying next to a flesh and blood man was enough for him in that moment. It had been an awfully long while, after all, and one of his favorite things about bedding pretty men in life had been lying next to them whilst they slept, doing precisely what he was doing now. He’d gaze at them, watch as their chests rose and fell in a comfortingly rhythmic pattern, trace patterns in their bare flesh with his fingertips. He couldn’t necessarily do the last bit now, of course, but he did dip his formless digits into the exposed flesh at Rune’s neck.<br/><br/>He wondered, as he laid there, what Rune’s flesh felt like. It had been so long since he’d felt the smooth, warm texture of the body of another being. Rune’s skin looked particularly soft and supple, though it was stretched taut over a rather fit body. He desired so greatly to run his hands over it, to press his lips to it, and his hair. Oh, his hair looked like it was fashioned from silk itself, and what Elliot wouldn’t have done to run his fingers through the man’s long locks. Grief gripped the man briefly, for the loss of such opportunities, but he didn’t allow it to fester for too long. He’d spent long enough wrapped up in his own grief and he didn’t want to allow it to steal away such an intimate moment from him. So he pushed aside his sadness for the time being and laid there, his eyes glued to Rune until the sun crept over the horizon and cast soft streaks of light over his housemate's pretty features.<br/><br/>Elliot remained as Rune began to stir, not sure if the man would be able to catch a glimpse with his inhibitions lowered by sleep. He didn’t particularly care if the man saw him though, or even just sensed him. It’d simply be another growing point in their relationship, and hopefully his reaction wouldn’t be quite as violent. Even if it was, however, they were lounging on a bed together now so if he were to fall unconscious it’d be on a relatively comfortable surface.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">“Good morning, Mr. Halonen,”</span></i>he murmured as Rune’s eyes fluttered open, knowing full well his words wouldn’t elicit any sort of response.