"Did you ever worry what your kids would be like?" The question startled Elliot, making him look up from his cold Lo Mein to Olivia's tired face. He noticed her chicken and broccoli sat untouched on her desk.
Without answering he picked up a slice of chicken and some broccoli with his chopsticks and held them toward Olivia with a grin. She rolled her eyes and stole them with her fork and grudgingly put them in her mouth. Satisfied, Elliot leaned back.
"Of course I did." He caught the pensive look on her face and cleared his throat. "You ever think you want kids, Liv?" The question made her cough on some of her rice.
"Sometimes. But it feels selfish." She curbed her words, looking down at her food.
"There's nothing selfish about having kids-"
"Isn't it? When you have no family?" He looked seriously into Olivia's olive skinned face. "And what you do know is you're predisposed to alcoholism or maybe even being a r-" Olivia cut herself off, her stare distant. Elliot sniffed.
"I don't know what it's like to deal with those things like you do," He answered, standing with his trash. "But a kid would be real lucky to turn out a little bit like you." He walked past her to the trash, placing a large hand on her shoulder.