Olivia was ready in the living room, popcorn and wine glasses on the table, scrolling through options on the TV when Elliot returned. He halted at the entrance of the living room.

"Liv?"

"Hm?" she answered absentmindedly.

"These are my clothes."

Her eyes fixated on the TV.

"Well, see, they're not old boyfriends' clothes." She replied, flipping through channels to occupy herself.

He walked slowly towards her, but she resisted the obvious conversation that would unfold.

"These were my old clothes from the precinct." He said softly, sitting down on the couch beside her.

She hummed, still focused on the TV.

"You kept them." He pushed, not really asking a question.

Olivia sighed slightly, putting the remote down on her leg. She answered, still refusing to look at him.

"Cragen made me clean up your desk after you left. Your locker too. I threw everything into a box that I never looked at for about a decade." She finished reaching for her glass of wine and pushing his to his side, hoping he'd drop the subject.

Elliot absorbed the information, leaving them in a heavy silence.

"I'm sorry you had to do that. That must have been painful." He apologized, looking at her side.

Olivia didn't answer, but he saw her eyes fill out with water. Elliot felt the guilt of his departure and the hurt he inflicted on his partner. Regaining control over her emotions, she finally spoke.

"I understand why he made me do it, though. I wouldn't let anyone come near your desk then, let alone sit in your chair," she recalled. "But Cap' had to use the desk eventually, and I had to accept you weren't coming back." She finished, unable to glance in his direction, and Elliot felt the knife in his gut.

He wanted to touch her to make her look at him, but he didn't, understanding how hard it was for her, then and now. He breathed in slowly instead. There weren't enough words to express how sorry he was, and they both knew it, so he stayed silent and looked down at his pants in shame. After a moment, Olivia shifted beside him.

"I don't want tonight to be about that." She said, finally raising her eyes to his. "I… I'm having fun, I'm happy. I want to keep it up." Her eyes pleaded.

Elliot smiled. She was happy. With him. His eyes descended to her compass around her neck. When his eyes met hers again, they communicated without words. His eyes were shining with happiness too, and hers were getting darker. He nodded his understanding and turned to the TV.

"Does Noah have decent games in that console?" he asked, pointing at the Wii.

Olivia's eyes widened in surprise.

"I guess…" She really didn't know. "Mario Kart?" That's pretty much the only game she ever played.

"You're on, partner." Elliot challenged her.