706, 11:53 pm.
Eliot put down his cup and straightened in his seat. He would not lie to Irene, but he wished he would not have to answer her question. "Yes," he began hesitantly, "but I do not like it." Irene wasn't the only one breaking custom here. "The feelings he - I - have are certainly new, and are far more confusing than... previously." He left out the overwhelming surge of negativity that hit him every time Eliot considered Iris. Holmes would spare Irene that information if he could."