He nodded, stepping into the elevator. The horror stories seemed to be unfounded for him so far, which was fine. "Sometimes I am," Eli admitted. Although sometimes was more like 'all the time.' "But I'm hoping to change that. Moving out will help with it, I think."
There were no stops on the way so they emerged into the lobby when the doors opened for them. "If there's pie, there will be no escaping," he promised with a smile. "What's your favorite kind?"