It was evening, and Elias was swamped with work, as usual. Reports to sign, some complicated cases to consult, and a hundred other things. Since he had so much on his plate, you'd think he'll the last person to be bored. But yet, here he was.

Bored, out of his mind. And an empty head is like an invitation for bad thoughts. Thoughts of what if, what it could've been. And thoughts of how... adventurous he was, with Raphael. Mostly the latter, but yes, somewhat of the former too.

He shook his head, trying to stop thinking. And- he was bored again. Being bored meant he did things he probably shouldn't have. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering just how many times he'd counted the number of tiles on it, before sighing.

He got up from his seat, and walked to the small door in the corner of the room, which led to a small private washroom. It had one small counter, with a sink, a mirror and a shelf above it, which held his skin care and some other products for the times he'd had to pull overnight shifts and freshen up here, and a toilet and a shower. After splashing some water on his face, and looked up, his gaze meeting his own in the mirror.

Elias looked at his own face for a moment longer that he should've, and sighed, his eyes flickering over his features. He looked...tired. As one did, after a long day.

His eyes paused at his lips, and he remembered one of the times Raphael had said that he had a nice mouth. For a few seconds, he wondered what that actually meant, before shaking his head. Yeah. He'd rather not dwell on what that meant. The days when he had someone's DNA there were gone.

His gaze travelled from his features to his hair. The silken strands seemed disheveled too, as if reflecting his tired state. He heaved a soft sigh as he picked up a brush, gently brushing through the soft locks.

Soon, he had his hair in order- golden locks falling over his back to his hips, like a waterfall of molten gold, with the slightest hint of a wavy texture. God he loves his hair. It took years to grow out, and a meticulous hair care and conditioning routine, but it was so worth it when he brushes through them, or just... twirls them between his fingers. He'd had good and bad comments about them- good about how nice and shiny they were, bad about how it was girly or, unmasculine. Honestly, though? He didn't care. He was growing his hair for his own personal satisfaction, and in the 32 years of his life, he'd leaned to take others' opinion with a grain of salt. His hair was one of the few things he really liked about himself- and that was a thought he wouldn't ever say out aloud. But it was true- it was just so soft, and it felt so nice. Like the most delicate and finest silks. If he could, he'd brush his hair all day long and just bask in the feeling of it. But he didn't, obviously.

The soft brush of the silky strands against his neck when he moved his head, was just a subtle comfort, one that not many people noticed, let alone appreciated.

There was a faint knock on a door. He figured it might be on his office door.

Gathering his hair in a low ponytail, he got out of the bathroom. He sighed, and pulled open the door of his office. A small group of med students- Interns, to be precise, waited outside, and he raised an eyebrow. He was sure that he hadn't called any of them in.

Elias was immediately in his stern HoD mode as he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorway. He was in the middle of the very important task of thinking about his boredom, and he didn't like this interruption. "Hm?"

The med students looked sheepish, clearly nervous at the sight of him. Even though he knew that they'd have seen him before, it was probably hard for young students to interact with someone older than them and much more accomplished.

One of the older girls stepped forward, clearly the most vocal of the group, and explained. "We, uh, we had a few doubts about the last lecture you held-"

Right. He'd almost forgotten that he occasionally gave lectures to student interns, too.

He regarded the group with a calm gaze, his eyes stilling on one girl in the group. She had dark red hair, and he couldn't help but get a sense of deja vu whenever he saw her. Like he knew her from somewhere, or her face was somehow familiar. But he couldn't quite place it.

His displeasure was evident on his face. He asked, "Couldn't you ask..." he just gave the name of a resident he had on the top of his head, "...Dr park?"

The med students looked horrified at the mention of Dr. Park, and a few of them paled, clearly having heard of his reputation. The more vocal one looked like she was about to protest, but another of the students- The red haired girl shushed her, and looked at Elias with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, but Dr. Park is..."

She trailed off, clearly embarrassed, but obviously trying to say something. Her cheeks burned.

Elias raised an eyebrow, knowing this would be amusing. "He is...?"

The female student looked even redder, but spoke, flustered. "He's... a little preoccupied with... a certain night nurse... in the supply closet."

The rest of the students tried to keep a straight face, but failed at hiding their embarrassed grins.

"Great. Of course he is. I await the day he catches an STD. AIDS, preferably." He rolled his eyes, but an amused smiled flitted across his lips, betraying his amusement. Not having anyone else to push the kids on to, he stepped aside, letting them in. "Well...come on in, then."

He sighed as he shut the door behind them, watching as the kids settled into the couches, some of them murmuring to each other in awe, and some just staring around the room.

Elias smirked at the students' expressions as they looked around in a mixture of awe and surprise. It was a fairly large, airy office, with an oak desk, some comfortable couches around a coffee table, a small fridge and a glass cabinet. The large French windows gave an amazing view of the city. The walls were lined with the many awards he'd won, his degrees, and some family pictures.

He leaned against his desk, and asked the most vocal girl from before for the doubts they had about the previous lecture, and mentally prepared himself for the next hour or so of explaining the same thing he'd already explained a million times.

An hour and a half later, the group still had questions. He caught the redhead looking at him a few times- not the lovestruck or admiring kind of gaze. It was more like, 'I've seen you from somewhere gaze'. Which were exactly his feelings regarding her. And suddenly, Elias got his bad premonition again. Again, the 'universe is going to show me a big middle finger' bad.

Still, he tried to push it at the back of his mind. He'd already gotten one unpleasant surprise, he didn't need any more, thank you very much.

For once, Elias found himself wishing some group of old, senile patients would come into his office and start arguing- because he was bored, dammit, and these students' questions hadn't even been hard. He looked at the clock, and sighed, rubbing his temples. It was 11 already? Didn't these kids have to go home?

Again, his intuition was proven right as the door to his office opened, and a male voice floated through.

"Excuse me? Is Yerenika here?"

He didn't need to be looking at the face to know it was. He'd recognise that voice anywhere. Still, he turned, coming face to face...with his first love and highschool crush, Louis Williams.