Ernie would always go when Ellie owled him, just like he knew that she would come if he needed her. But he’d been such a fuck up lately, and Ellie had so much going on that he didn’t need to burden her with his problems.
When the owl came, he took a moment to make sure his clothing and hair didn’t look horrible (he hadn’t wanted to worry her with his stay of disarray) and made his way to the neighbors, opening the door with little fuss.
“Ellie?” He called out softly, venturing into the empty livingroom with a slight frown, “Which room are you in?”