Feeling very contrite, Elijah journeyed to his sister Anna's the next morning after making a call to a florist. He knocked a few times and then waited. When his blonde, svelte sister opened the door and saw him, her eyes narrowed. "And what do you want?"

"Is Selina here?" He asked. "Can I come in and speak to her?"

"Well, I don't know," Anna replied. "She was crying when she showed up here last night. What in the hell did you do to her?"

"Let me in and I'll tell you," Elijah replied.

"Fine," Anna shot back. "But keep your voice down. Your wife is sleeping and she did not have a good night!"

"All right, all right," Elijah sighed. He sat down in a dusty green arm chair and frowned at his sister. "Have you ever thought of running a vacuum through this place?" He asked, looking around.

"I have a cleaning lady," Anna replied. "But she's ill this week. Now, what happened last night?"

"One of my companies was having issues, so I was frustrated," Elijah replied. "Selina suggested I take a soak to ease my nerves. She lit some of those candles that she likes, but then she knocked one of them over and it set the curtains alight. There was smoke and fire and I just...kind of exploded. I told her to leave...and she left and came here."

"Wow," Anna's eyes got big. "I'm impressed. She's killed men for less, you know."

"She can't kill me," Elijah said.

"That doesn't mean she wouldn't try if she were mad enough," Anna replied.

Just then, Elijah looked up and saw Selina plodding into the living room, yawning and wiping her eyes.

"Oh, hello," she said to Elijah. "You look...less angry this morning."

"I'm sorry about last night," Elijah told her. "You were only trying to do something nice for me, and mistakes happen. Your love of candles is the whole reason I put fire extinguishers in every room. I acted rashly and unfairly and I'm sorry." He then hugged her, and when he pulled away, he saw tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked, wiping them away.

"Nothing is wrong," Selina sniffled. "It's just that...you're the first guy who's ever actually apologized for doing me wrong. That's why I killed as many as I did before. Cause they were callous enough to wrong me and then act like I deserved to be cheated on, or that their leaving was my fault. If they had just said they were sorry, or acknowledged that they were wrong, I would have spared them."

Elijah didn't know how to respond to that, so he just hugged her. "I have a surprise waiting for you at home when you're ready to leave," he told her. "But take your time. I'm in no rush."

Selina then hugged Anna. "Thanks for taking me in last night. If you think about it, you're really the only friend I have." She paused. "Well, except for Amy. But I don't get to see her much because of Klaus, you know." She threw Elijah a dirty look while Anna smirked.

"You can see Amy whenever you want," Elijah replied, throwing up his hands. "Just as long as Klaus isn't there. How difficult is that?"

"But Klaus loves Amy!" Selina replied. "He won't hit on me anymore. How many times do we have to go through this?"

"You don't know that he won't hit on you," Elijah replied. "My brother is very unpredictable that way."

Selina sighed. "I'm gonna go get dressed now. Then we can leave."

"All right," Elijah replied. "I'll be waiting here for you."

"You don't have to keep bringing me flowers, you know," Selina said as Elijah brought yet another bouquet of roses into the kitchen, bringing the total of bouquets to a dozen, spread out around the table and room, each one a different kind, a majority of them different shades of pink. "I understand why you were mad at me. It was mostly your werewolf gene, and I should have watched those candles. Don't worry about it."

"I should," Elijah replied, giving her a deep kiss. "Just because I have a bad day doesn't mean I should take it out on you."

"Well, that's true," Selina replied. "I guess if you look at it that way, I can accept all the roses after all." She smiled. "Have you talked to Gregory lately? How are things going with him and Elizabeth? I hope they have improved."

"Well, if they haven't, Roxie's going to have something to say," Elijah replied. "She wasn't happy with how Gregory was handling the situation. She actually defended you, which surprised me."

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "My relationship with her has improved over the years. It just took some understanding from the both of us."

"I understand your less than subtle point," Elijah replied. "You're talking about me and Ethan, aren't you?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "I was talking about Gregory and Elizabeth. But you and Ethan could use it to."

"He asked me to come with him to get a new suit," Elijah replied. "I can't wait to introduce him to my tailor."

"Well, there you go!" Selina replied with a smile. "That's a start."

"Are you ready to go to my tailor?" Elijah asked Ethan later as he watched his son arrange some of Selina's roses in a way he believed would be more aesthetically pleasing.

Ethan paused and smiled. "Of course!" He said. "But we have to pick up Jeffrey first. He's at his house waiting for us."

"Why do you need to get suits together?" Elijah asked, his palms sweating.

"Cause his uncle is marrying his boyfriend and the tuxes are for the wedding," Ethan replied. "His uncle was more than happy to let both of us come. We're even in the wedding party."

"Oh," Elijah replied. "Well, isn't that nice?"

"It is, isn't it?" Ethan smiled. He finished arranging the flowers, and then he and Elijah left to pick up Jeffrey.

When they arrived at the tailor's building, Elijah tried not to stare at Ethan and Jeffrey, who were openly holding hands. They strode inside and Elijah's tailor, Paul, met them at the door. "Mr. Mikaelson!" The balding man with the tape measure over his shoulder said to Elijah. "So wonderful to see you! I was wondering when you would come by again!"

"Paul, this is my son, Ethan, and his friend Jeffrey," Elijah told him. "They need tuxes for a wedding."

"Oh?" Paul asked. "Whose wedding?"

"My uncle's," Jeffrey replied.

"Ah," Paul nodded. "Come right this way, and we'll fit the two of you together."

They headed off with Paul while Elijah looked around the shop to decide whether or not he needed a new suit himself. He eventually found some fabric that he liked and went to find one of Paul's associates to place the order (cause of course they already had his never-changing measurements on file, and Paul was a very skilled man who, because he had had a wife killed by a vampire, was aware of them, and what Elijah was, and never questioned the change of measurement.)

"This just came in new," Paul observed when he noticed Elijah standing with the charcoal gray fabric. "I meant to show it to you, but I'm glad you found it yourself."

"It's wonderful," Elijah nodded. "How are things going with Ethan and Jeffrey?"

"Wonderful," Paul replied. "Would you like me to keep the measurements on file like I did for Gregory?"

"Yes," Elijah nodded. "Of course Ethan's still growing, so his will change for a time, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"All right," Paul nodded. "I'll do that."

After Ethan and Jeffrey had been fitted, and the suit orders had been put in, Ethan said he was hungry, so they all went to lunch, and after that, they dropped Jeffrey off. When Elijah and Ethan arrived home, Ethan got out of the car and said to his father, "Thanks for today. I liked it. It was nice." He then went into the house as Elijah let out a breath and went inside to get what would undoubtedly be a reward kiss from Selina for handling Ethan and Jeffrey so well.

Even though Ethan had still been in good spirits after his day with Elijah, Selina still felt like she needed to talk to him. She knocked on his door before bedtime and Ethan told her to come in. She opened the door and was a bit taken aback by the sight of her son in a white lace nightgown.

"Well, that looks nice on you," she said when she got her bearings. "Where did it come from?"

"Laura took me out to get a few," Ethan replied. "Sorry if it shocks you. I just think it's more comfortable than boy pajamas."

"Then I'm glad that's what you're wearing if it's more comfortable," Selina told him. "Good for you!"

"I bet Dad won't be as accommodating," Ethan said. "That's why I only want you telling me goodnight."

"Speaking of," Selina asked, "Did your father behave himself with you and Jeffrey today, or do I need to have a talk with him?"

"No, he was really good today," Ethan said. "He even took us out to lunch when he could have just said he'd had enough and took us home. I mean, it's obvious that he's having difficulties still, but he's trying."

"Yeah, he is." Selina nodded and gave her son a hug. "Well, why don't you get into bed now?" She said. "You want me to get you a glass of water or something?"

"No, I'm fine," Ethan said.

"And if you ever need me to make adjustments to the nightgowns so they'll fit you better, don't hesitate to ask," Selina finished as she shut off his light.

"Oh, don't be silly," Ethan replied. "If you'd be willing to teach me to sew, I can do it all myself."

"Sure," Selina replied. "Why not?"

"Goodnight, Mom," Ethan smiled.

"Goodnight, Ethan," Selina replied. "Sleep well." She shut the door then, and went to bed with her husband, being careful not to mention the nightgown that her son was wearing (for the moment), or the others he probably had in his closet.

"Your dad is here," Laura told Elizabeth. "Wanna talk to him? Or should I tell him to go away?"

"That depends," Elizabeth replied dryly. "What mood is he in? Is he gonna do nothing but yell at me if I see him?"

"It doesn't seem like it," Laura replied. "He seemed very contrite."

"Oh, all right, I'll see him," Elizabeth replied and followed Laura to the living room where Gregory sat gripping a wine glass in one hand.

"Elizabeth," he said, rising. "How are you?"

"I'm well," Elizabeth replied cautiously. "Yourself?"

"Not bad," Gregory replied. "I love your haircut."

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied. "I like your suit. Is it new?"

"No, but I haven't worn it much," Gregory replied.

"Small talk is good," Laura said. "But how about some actual conversation?"

"I was getting there," Gregory said with irritation. "Don't push me!"

"Fine," Laura said. "I'll wait. But you will have to talk sometime."

"Don't you have something to do with yourself like sweep up hair or something?" Gregory asked pointedly.

"No, Katherine already did that earlier," Laura replied.

"Well, then just think of something to do that would conveniently remove you from this room," Gregory replied.

"Nope, but I'll tell you what," Laura said. "I'll be absolutely quiet if you two talk. I promise I won't say a word."

"You better not," Gregory replied irritably. "Just sit there and don't say anything."

"Fine," Laura replied. "I will."

After a bit of awkward conversation (cause Gregory found it difficult to talk openly with his sister staring at him, even though she wasn't saying a word), Elizabeth and Gregory reached a decision: she would come home with him for a few days, and then she would evaluate how it went, and if it didn't go well, she would be allowed to go back to Laura's without complaint from her father.

"Thank you for agreeing to come home," Gregory told her. "Your mother was very upset with me for saying things that made you run off, and I'm sure she'll be glad to see you."

"Well, I'll be glad to see her too," Elizabeth said. "And thanks for listening to why I left, even if Aunt Laura made you."

"You're welcome," Gregory replied. "I don't mean to come across as harsh as I did. I just...it's the way I am. You understand that, right?"

"Sort of," Elizabeth replied. "Yeah, I guess. It's just that you and I have always gotten along so well that I didn't know how to handle it when problems happened."

"Neither did I," Gregory replied. "But I'll do better."

"We both will," Elizabeth replied. They sat in silence until they reached home and Gregory parked the car, allowing Elizabeth to proceed him into the house, where she was hugged so tightly by Katherine that she thought she wouldn't be able to breathe.

"I'm glad you're back," Katherine told her when she finally let her go. "I mean, I knew you were safe so I wasn't worried about that, but...you know."

"And look what she did to her hair!" Gregory said. "Can you believe that? All her long, pretty hair...just gone."

"It's not bad," Katherine said, and then looked at Elizabeth. "In fact, I really like it!"

"Well," Elizabeth said as they walked inside, "after the hatchet job I did on it, this was the best Aunt Laura could do to make everything even."

"Are you all right?" Katherine asked her. "I mean, really and truly okay? If there's anything I can do..."

"There is!" Elizabeth said as Katherine trailed off. "Just convince Dad that I should be able to still see Charlie. Please? Or do you hate that idea too?"

Katherine sighed. "I don't see anything wrong with you being with Charlie as long as you keep being careful, but I'm still a little concerned. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? Is there anything I can do to make you feel more included in the family? I know you're struggling with that."

"Well, until I decide I'm ready to turn, I think I'll always struggle a little and there's nothing you can do about that," Elizabeth told her mother. "But thanks. And if I need to talk to you, I will. Don't worry."