Dov clenched his jaw as Charlie entered, her displeasure at the sight of him seemingly just as strong as it was the night before. It hurt, but he wasn't going to let her know that. No one needed to know that. Who needs her, right? She's just some stuck-up... Rich bitch. Yeah. Don't need her around. He'd get back to New York somehow. He kept his breaths slow and controlled, trying his hardest to force any bit of emotion he could from his face but doing a poor job of it, brows furrowed, biting his lower lip.
He looked up as Elias turned around, surprised by the question. Why this guy seemed to care so much about him he didn't know, but he wasn't about to complain. "Uh... Yesterday afternoon?" Dov couldn't help but smile a little through his frustration, the promise of something that wasn't snack food from a gas station all too appealing. "Really? Thanks, man, I'm starvin'." At least he could forget about all of this family shit and get something to eat. An effort not totally wasted.