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As Elyse nodded in agreement that a movie wasn't the best idea right now, Altar held her close against him, still dragging his nails down her back as he waited for her to respond to his next suggestion. She seemed a bit reluctant, which made his smile falter slightly, but then she finally began talking to him about the things she'd been up to while they were apart.

He knew about her graduation, he even had watched some videos other student's and their families had posted of the graduation ceremony online, just so he could spot her among the other graduates in the background of videos that weren't meant to capture her specifically. "I wish I could have been there to take pictures or a video or something," Altar admitted out loud. "You deserve to have big moments like that captured forever." He gave a small chuckle. "But I'm a photographer, so of course, I'd feel that way."

Elyse recounted the struggles of starting her internship and Altar gave her a small squeeze in response. "I'm proud of you for getting it all figured out and sticking with it. I know a lot of people would have given up when it got to hard." Just like she gave up on him when things got too complicated. But he wouldn't dare say that. He needed to focus on the positive if he was to encourage her to continue the habit of sticking around even when things got hard.

When she mentioned trying to get back into other things she enjoyed, Altar's face lit up. "Maybe once we're done with the investigation, we could reward ourselves with a day at the beach for getting it all done?" he suggested. "We can catch some waves, and then go out dancing when it gets dark before heading back home. It could be a good way to unwind afterwards and get back into the things you miss doing."

A smirk formed on his face when he heard the slight twinge of jealousy in her voice as she asked what he'd been up to and how she'd kept up with his photo shoots. "Oh, I'm surprised you kept up to date with that." It was very good to know she hadn't put him out of her mind completely during her time away from him. "The model I used for the last shoot was pretty, but she was also difficult to work with. I don't think I'll be using her again. I need someone that's better at listening to instructions." Altar shrugged, casually indicating that the model was nothing to be worried about. "I still haven't found a replacement, but maybe I'll have luck with that once I get back to my own business. For now, I'm invested in yours."

Guilt corroded her resolve as Altar told her he wished he's been able to attend her graduation. She could have asked him, if she wasn't so scared that he'd not show up. Her fear of ruining their friendship had ultimately ruined a milestone she could never get back. Hiding her face behind a cascade of golden curls Elyse would sigh. "You have such a unique way of viewing the world." What she really wanted to say was 'Thank you for seeing me when no one else does,' but that just sounded weird to her in the moment. Out of everyone in her life Altar was the first one to actually see her through the smile she wore for everyone else.

When he squeezed her closer and praised her on pushing through her internship when things got hard Elyse felt warm inside. That warmth bloomed in her chest and settled into her abdomen seeming to wake the butterflies from their slumber. "That sounds like a date, are you asking me on a date Altar?" She teased despite the sorrow she felt about how things had just gone down with Eric. Dating was the last thing on the journalist's mind but the thought of being with Altar in that capacity wasn't a foreign one. The thought often arose when she was around him often and plagued her strongly after they had kissed. "I would love to, I really do miss the beach." Even though Santa Monica was only a thirty-minute train ride from where she lived in L.A. the commute with her schedule barely aligned those days.

"M' sure. You have it. It was a custom, so they won't be takin' it back. I could sell it, but I dun' need the money, honestly." The mutant would much rather give it to someone with a kind heart who deserved it.

"Not often someone sticks their neck out for me." He gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

It was rare for the woman not to flinch when someone she didn't know too well touched her but Quinn's hand on her shoulder didn't feel threatening. Following his finger where he had pointed she'd find the car he was talking about and made her way over to try on the necklace. "I don' why you seem nice." From what she had experienced so far that is. Eden was typically good at reading people but that didn't mean she hadn't been fooled before by someone manipulative.

Fingers trembling out of fear of dropping something so expensive it took the brunette a try or two to clasp the necklace but once it was on she leaned in closer to see how it looked in the car window. A genuine smile lit her features as the orange sapphire glinted in her reflection, the necklace elevating her outfit and mood exponentially.

This was all more than Eden had bargained for but she supposed being at the right place at the right time had it's perks sometimes. She was so used to things turning out disastrous that this one instance made her a bit skeptical that there wasn't more expected of her. "If it's more of a burden to ya to keep it, I'll accept it. But I'm not joinin' no gang - okay?"

Out of all of his family, Ethan was the most mortal, the one that would age the fastest and the least graceful. Even his sister had shifted. So it would make sense for Nova to rag on him for something outside of his control. When it came to aging, Ethan didn’t change too much. He was still the same, less spry he supposed, but still apt to hunt when he needed to.