*looks at you looking at him, and where the old him might've stammered and stuttered and stumbled his way over some adorable confession-y greeting (I love you and your slippers are awesome and I'm sorry), this him is just... quiet* *pink-cheeked and big-eyed, yes, but quiet*
*bites his lip, then, in classic Elliott fashion* *softly* Hi. No, it's not... I'm not here about work. *tips his head slightly, not moving from the spot* Am I interrupting? I can leave, if you want.