His fingertips left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The gentle touch was distracting and she just barely paid attention to his story. She forced herself to watch his face grow animated as he talked about his childhood, grinning at the brightness on his face. She tried to imagine a young Elijah running from frogs and laughed. "You were scared of everything? Well, not much has changed." She teased, her hand dropping to his chest, "I remember when you wouldn't come off the ship to come to the carnival when we were in Brazil because of the clowns."