The sun had begun its slow descent when Alex walked into the Gatehouse. It was quiet as usual. Elliot sat on the wooden bench just outside with a book in hand, Beauty in Creation by James Parker. There was something peaceful about the way the breeze blew through the nearby trees. It brushed gently against the walls of the small building
Alex walked over and smiled. "Wow, you're reading Beauty in Creation?"
Elliot looked up and returned the smile. "Yeah. Staying alone all day gets boring. Thought I'd feed my mind a little."
Alex chuckled and sat beside him. "That's good. I'm glad you're getting some fresh air too."
Elliot glanced sideways at him. "Would you still tell me not to come outside? Or should I be locked up inside all day?"
Alex laughed softly. "It's not like that, Elliot. This is all for the best. You're talking as if I'm trying to suffocate you."
