Leather jackets. He noted this, looked around the store, then decided he'd had enough. "This was a bad idea," he said. "I shouldn't have come here." Elias bit back a disparaging comment about the store, then opened his mouth and closed it again on yet another comment. If Charlie liked this place, then he shouldn't insult it. At least, he shouldn't insult it in her earshot. He didn't want to hurt her feelings.
He really did care about her feelings. It was odd. Usually, he didn't put much stock in what near-strangers thought about what he said. Charlie was so different from anyone else he'd ever met. He wished he could make sense of it. But for the last few months, he hadn't made any leeway into understanding why he was so drawn and so protective of her. Elias doubted highly that he would make sense of it here, in one of the most senseless places he could imagine: Macy's.
"Would you like to get out of here?" he asked. It was clear how uncomfortable he was, both with the lack of formality that nearly always wrapped around him like a cloak, and also the fact that he was frowning deeply. Very deeply.