His shoulders slope with a sigh of relief as Elrond agrees. As awkward as this whole exchange is, this is about as smoothly as it could have gone. Fussing with his hair, Wilhelm moves away from the door — another not so subtle hint.

"Okay, cool," he says with unconvincing casualness. And then with a slight grimace: "Sorry."

Having never had a roommate before, he isn't entirely sure how to navigate the vast waters of etiquette surrounding the sharing of a living space, but...Elrond seems okay with the sudden change in his evening plans. They said thanks; they said sorry! How much more polite can they get?