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"Oh God, you scared me."
"What's wrong? Did Alan say something to bother you? He can be a little....I don't know, cranky?"

"No..." Beck shook his head lightly still wearing the same sad and awkward expression. He wondered if he should spill right away, but had taken note of Alan's comment about "treading carefully" and so decided now was not quite the time though he promised that he would help Elisa in anyway he could, even though he did not really understand. On the other hand he was pretty sure that she would not understand the reasoning behind his own secret, after all he could get himself out of such a situation easily, but he was still there.

"Sorry I left you down there by yourself. I shouldn't have. You're my guest and what not,"

"I am hardly a guest. You don't have to be formal around me...." The blonde stated as he flopped upon the bed with a sigh and turning to face her wall of shattered memories. One particular character in the images was a crimson spiked haired male who Beck had never seen or heard of before. He had to be honest and admit seeing another guy in her pictures make his stomach whirl with jealousy, but that was only natural. "Can I ask who this is?..." He said pointing at the figure, voice soft and curious.

The youth wriggled along the bed sheets and patted the empty space beside him. Beck hoped the action was not too suggestive, but being honest he did want to cuddle her and curl into her warmth. He held a lot of feelings for Elisa Grace, though he kept telling himself that they were not to be returned.