Probably should have left like five minutes ago. Gave him the food, and leave. He was running away anyway, there's no way this was going to end well, no matter how nice of a 'goodbye' it would be.

"...yeah." A nod.

Why did he look at his face?

Eliot turns away, stopping at the door. He can't look back. Not anymore.

"You never know what the future might bring."

He regrets the words as soon as they leave him, even though he means for them to be hopeful. But they might not be.

And with that, he goes through the door, and leaves the kitchen.