Violet was too worried about him to return his smile and once he pulled out his phone for light (which beat her climbing down a set of stairs in complete darkness), she used their linked hands to lead him up the stairs to her apartment. "Elliot, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have made you come over here. You're hands feel like ice and I feel just terrible. I can't believe you walked out in a blizzard just to keep me company." Once at the top of the stairs, she opened the door to her still relatively warm apartment and entered it. Luckily, over the past few days, she kept the heat on high enough so it would still be a while before the cold seeped out. "I swear that if you weren't my boyfriend already, I'd ask you to go out with me."
The apartment had a soft glow from multiple candles on various surfaces in her apartment, from the coffee table in the living area to several on the counters in the kitchen with various candles on the floors in between. Violet would have been fine in the dark, except for being bored to tears with only a sketch pad and pencils to keep her entertained, but she was definitely happy Elliot was here to stay with her for a while.
As soon as he entered the apartment behind her, she let go of his hand to shut and lock the door. "I'm sorry, I know. I have candles but I just wasn't thinking when the power first went out." She helped him take his backpack off and took the blanket off of her to wrap it around him. "Since you brought a flashlight, I'm going to blow out most of the candles until we need them again. Here, go sit on my bed and get warm first. Hopefully it won't take that long since I had put the heat on up to 80 before the power went out, so it might be another half an hour or something like that before it starts to get really cold in here."
Violet walked over to her bed with his backpack and set it down on the bed before pulling the multiple covers back for him if he wanted to crawl under them. Her bed wasn't anything spectacular, just a thick futon mattress on the floor, surrounded by two large golden room dividers with various hand painted flowers on it. Nearly everything in her apartment was a mesh of colors and designs, with most of the furniture picked up second hand from yard sales around the area and freshly painted by her. The only consistent design in her apartment were the various drop clothes along the edge of the floor to catch any splatters from her artwork on the walls.