The brisk wind of outside helped the tears to ebb a little, the sting on her cheeks helping her find a moment of clarity as she'd clearly lost her mind. Elsie still hadn't decided if this was a terrible idea or not, but she'd already started and he was coming along, almost too easily. Nine long months of this dull ache in her chest was enough to at least try to explain herself. Who knew how it would go, but she supposed her last attempt had failed miserably, could it be any worse this time? Probably. However she wasn't doing anything on the crowded street, that was asking for a disaster.

Without another word, Elsie pulled him along, taking his compliance as the only answer she needed for the moment. Up the street, toward the alley that cut through toward her house, knowing nobody else was home at the moment could at least give her a little time to explain and without any prying ears. Her thoughts were scattered in a thousand different directions, but as she took the corner into the alley, one more glance over her shoulder to make sure nobody was paying attention to them, she focused on home, sliding her hand down to his, and disapparated.

One tight squeeze later and they landed square in the middle of her bedroom. The small room was sunny and tidy, books crammed into every available space, bed neatly made and on her desk sat her neglected journal. The rush caught up with her and the first thing she did was let go of his hand and cross the room to close the door with a soft click. It took a moment and a deep breath, but she finally turned to face him, cheeks flushed and eyes still brimming with unshed tears as she leaned back against the door, trying to collect her thoughts.

"I don't-" She started, barely above a whisper. She bit her lip, looking down at the floor before back up at him. "I don't know where to start," Elsie didn't know what to say any more today than she had back in March, but she supposed he had some questions at the very least.