Harvest Festival.
"Hi Will, I noticed you weren't at the festival today so I brought you some lef… What's wrong with your face?"
Will stared through red rimmed eyes at Elliot. "I have a cold." He said plainly, very tired and very annoyed that someone came to his house when he was so miserable.
"Oh, Ok… Well Chelsea brought these awesome yams and-"
"Thanks." Will said taking the bowl from Elliot's hands and beginning to shut his door.
"Wait! You look really bad, do you need someone to come over and help you?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Well… Ok then. Bye Will."
"Bye."