Originally, Eli hadn't much liked the idea of sitting for an interview, particularly an interview conducted by such a young and inexperienced journalist. It wasn't really the recalling of details that bothered Eli - that was no problem, particularly since he spent so much of his time reminiscing out loud in front of a small audience of wide-eyed children. What did bother him was the paper's sudden interest in him. For over a decade now, he and the other adults on the island had had a silent understanding: he wouldn't jeopardize their research (at least not in an obvious an irreversible way) as long as they kept to themselves and didn't interfere with his business. He wasn't sure how to interpret the newspaper's interest in him as the subject of a story and he'd almost refused on principle alone, but when it occurred to him that perhaps the idea had come from one of the younger reporters on the staff, his resolve had weakened and he had (grudgingly) accepted.
Now that the date of the interview had arrived, Eli found that he was less interested in the paper's motives and far more interested in the person asking the questions. As kids on the island went, Eli's knowledge of Sebastian Sullivan was rather limited. Years of quietly watching him grow up had given Eli a passing knowledge of his character and behavior patterns - he was clearly a good kid, motivated and diligent - but he knew little about the special ability Sebastian most certainly possessed, or... would possess. Perhaps this meeting would change that, though, and as Eli placed the heavy pitcher of iced tea on his counter, he considered what kind of questions he might be able to sneak in.
He was reaching for a tall glass to hold the ice tea when he sound of Sebastian's knock startled him, causing the glass to slip from his fingers. Eli made an a guttural sound of annoyance in the back of his throat as he watched the glass plummet toward the ground and then, suddenly, change course, floating gently upward and onto the table. Eli threw the glass a look, as if to blame it for succumbing to the laws of gravity, and turned to answer the door.
"Hello Mr. Sullivan," Eli greeted his guest with a small nod, pulling the door wide to allow him to enter. "Welcome."