It wasn't a solid plan, no, but it was the only one they had, aside from completely abandoning the safehouse, which wasn't an option. Elliot didn't want to see the holes in the plan, though. In his mind, it had to work. It would work. They'd get past the guards without trouble, they'd secure David in his and Rae's hidden room, they'd wait out the two weeks, and everything would be fine. Everything had to be fine. Anything less than fine and he'd... Well... He wasn't sure what he'd do, but it wouldn't be anything good.
Elliot nodded absently, grateful that his girlfriend was taking charge of the planning stage. He wasn't so sure he trusted his judgment, since the panicked voice in his head was screaming and completely losing his shit. On the outside, he appeared resolved, if not completely calm.
The optimism was much needed. Elliot took strength from that as he gathered up his supply bag, steadying David with a hand on his upper arm when the other man swayed. "You won't have to. We'll give you a much more comfortable quarantine. You won't have to be alone."
Staying in high spirits for two weeks wouldn't be an easy task. Elliot silently vowed to do his best, though. And he wouldn't be alone in his efforts to keep David from succumbing to the depression. Rae would be there to help.
And Allie.
Elliot nodded. "Sure, man. Whatever you want." If they told Allie what happened, it meant they would probably have to tell Ollie, too. Elliot didn't trust Ollie as far as he could throw him. But if having Allie there would be beneficial to this whole horrible experience? So be it.
"Let's get out of here." He tilted his head up to look at the damage David's crash through the floor had caused. "Who knows what all that noise might have stirred up."