It would have been awful, keeping that secret from you.
*just... doesn't even touch that one* *has absolutely no idea how to respond without it coming off like an attack (you hurt him, yes, but he's not here to hurt you back)*
*recalling that you've met the Burkholders* Oh, they're okay, I guess. My mom took more getting used to the idea. I think we're going to get them all together—Ethan's dad, too—for a barbecue or something in the summer?
What was your name, on Arda?
Elrohir. *his smile fading with the growing sense that this temporary friendliness is built on novelty (and he can't bear to have his heart pulled out again so soon)* Elrohir Elrondion. But I'm still Elliott.