Elliot's here for the same reason: a desperate attempt to keep busy, because he's going crazy in this computerless seaside town. He's not really one for training, or for arts and craft, or socialization, or sailing, or just about any of the things that make up this place's activities. So instead he alternates recklessly forcing himself out of his comfort zone and ... in his barracks pillow fort of isolation, out of his skull on Kavinsky's morphine.
Perhaps some of that desperation is what draws him to Asuka, like sensing like, the symbiotes enjoying the symmetry and overlap of their emotions. It's definitely not because he wants to buy anything.
She's looking at a bracelet. He doesn't know anything about jewellery, thinks it's kind of pointless, so he doesn't really have an opinion. Runs a gloved hand over some other tchotchke instead, a curled fish carved out of stone, with a hole drilled through for a chain. "Hey."
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Perhaps some of that desperation is what draws him to Asuka, like sensing like, the symbiotes enjoying the symmetry and overlap of their emotions. It's definitely not because he wants to buy anything.
She's looking at a bracelet. He doesn't know anything about jewellery, thinks it's kind of pointless, so he doesn't really have an opinion. Runs a gloved hand over some other tchotchke instead, a curled fish carved out of stone, with a hole drilled through for a chain. "Hey."