A cold day in hell

With the sunlight beaming on his face, Elijah stood outside the motel, hands in his pocket, eyes on the sky.

His head was still swimming from all that had happened recently, his mind still reeling with the fact that he was getting married again, and it kind of scared him just a little bit.

So deep in thought, he didn't hear the door open and didn't connect with reality until Peach hugged him from the back, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head flat on his back.

"Hey," She said softly, and he could feel the smile forming on her lips even without turning around to look at her. "What are you doing out here?"

"Thinking," Elijah answered truthfully, his voice barely above a whisper as well.

"How much of what Madam Jewel said did you hear yesterday before walking in?"

"A bit,"

Silence followed after his answer as her heart frowned at the thought that he might have been hurt by all the awful words Madam Jewel had spewed.

"Elijah, you don't..." Peach trailed off,