Mila had listened to Klaus chatter about Elijah until the end of her shift. He'd been honest, she could tell that much, and he was clearly taking joy in telling all of this to her. He explained how much Elijah had cared for Celeste, and how much he loved Hayley, the girl he'd brought to her place. It certainly made sense now, the feeling Mila had gotten from her; she also loved Elijah, whether she had admitted as much to him or not.
"So, are you still so sure you want to be sniffing around him?" Klaus finished his fifth drink, that damned smirk still on his face. Everyone else was long gone, leaving the two of them chatting across the bar about his brother. She thought over his question, with everything she now knew under consideration. It seemed Elijah fell in love often enough that it wouldn't take long for him to become bored with her. Especially considering her lack of mortality; he'd either have to leave her or kill her. Neither sat well with her. As she moved to wipe down the bar and put the stools up, Elijah walked in, stopping dead at the sight of his brother on a stool with his sixth bourbon. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments.
"Niklaus, what are you doing here?" There was no mistaking the anger in Elijah's tone, even as he strolled towards the hybrid. Though neither seemed outwardly concerned, the tension in the air was palpable, and she glared at them both.
"If you're going to fight, take it outside. I'm not cleaning up after the two of you." Her voice was harsh, and Elijah crossed to her quickly.
"Mila, are you alright?" He reached for her arm, his usually comforting touch only bringing more questions. She continued with her work, not meeting his gaze.
"I'm fine, Elijah. Just finishing up here and then I'm heading home." She moved to pull out a broom, distracting herself with her usual closing chores. She watched as Elijah rounded on his brother.
"What have you done?" Klaus only smirked, sliding off his stool and facing his brother. The men stared each other down, each flexing their fists. "What did you do to her?!"
"He told me the truth, alright?" Both sets of eyes turned to her, and Mila huffed. "He told me about you. About your past." She stepped towards them both, stuffing her hands into her jeans pockets. "About Celeste and Hayley." Elijah's eyes seemed to widen as they darted between her and Klaus. "I get it, I really do. Immortality is tough." She shrugged, though inside she was still trying to process everything. Elijah made no move to deny what she said, and she turned to head into the back room. "I'm going home. By the time I come back out here, both of you will be gone." She took her time gathering her things, and was pleasantly surprised to see they had done as she told them. Feeling dawn approaching, she hurried home, determined to spend the day sorting through the information she'd been given. She flopped onto her couch as soon as she got back, sighing heavily.
"Mila, we need to talk." She jumped at the deep voice of Elijah so near, looking up to see him standing close by. She groaned, grabbing a pillow and burying her face in it. Feeling him sit next to her, she pulled it from her mouth enough to speak.
"I'm really not feeling up to it, Elijah. Maybe some other time."
"No. I worry you may not be here if I come back 'some other time' as you say." He sighed, and she resisted the urge to peek out at him. She hadn't thought yet of leaving, but she supposed she couldn't really blame him for assuming she would. That's not to say it didn't hurt; it did, quite badly actually.
"Thanks for the faith, hoss." Mila heard him give a heavy sigh, and felt him move closer.
"Please, I want to talk about what he said." There was a pause, and she could have sworn she heard a chuckle. "Face to face, if you don't mind." Slowly, Mila lowered the pillow, looking warily into the dark eyes she'd grown to love so much. "Thank you." He gave a soft smile, and she nodded. As the sun rose, he told her all about Celeste and Hayley, and even as she strove to understand, she saw something she couldn't deny: he still cared very much about both of them. No matter how much he said he loved her, she would only ever have a piece of his heart. And while he told her of his life, she had to decide if that was something she could live with.