Elijah tapped the ashes from his cigarette straight to the porch. He'd wipe it clean another day. It was curious to see this kind of side to Asher. He wasn't pushing or playing some game, trying to gain some upper hand or find a piece of Elijah to exploit. He had just simply wanted some human contact.

Elijah wondered why it felt nice to think that he probably was the only one in the unit to know this about the con.

"I could probably unearth a Christmas music CD if you insist." Elijah hadn't just seen the point of doing any of that for himself. He wouldn't resist - much - if Asher would want to decorate or get a tree or something. It would make Elijah smile a couple of times as well.