Ben was quite surprised by Elliot's answer.

"You've thought it through?" Ben teased. "You should have long come to your senses. Do you know what she said to Chad? She said that since you returned her sweater, she would wear it whenever she liked. She's right, but she also said that she might wear it on a date in the future."

Elliot's knuckles, gripped around his utensils, turned white.

"Do you think I care?"

Ben said, "I'm trying to make you forget about her."

"Then why bring her up?" He swept his cold gaze over Ben. "Don't mention her anymore. I'm not interested."

"That's great! I was worried you still weren’t over her,” Ben sighed in relief. "Too bad you can't drink. I'll drink alone."

Ben walked over to the small bar and picked up a bottle of wine. Elliot soon finished his meal. He put down his utensils and left the dining hall.

Ben was holding a glass of wine. He was unhappy. "Hey! Come talk to me! It's no fun eating alone!"

Elliot walked to Shea's room. He had not slept t