[Elliot opens his mouth. Closes it. He glares at one of the ice cream stands until he realizes he's been glaring at some poor civilian running it and looks away. He's pretty sure he knows what Leo is doing, and he understands why given their past, but that doesn't mean he's any better at handling it.]

...I wouldn't. If it was something I needed to tell you, I would. And you would do the same.

[He's not sure which subject is more embarrassing, but this one is probably safer. He sticks his hands in his pockets and starts walking to give himself something to do, expression stoic but almost shy for anyone who knows him well enough to notice.]

I was thinking...it might be nice to study music here.

[Having the choice to study pretty much anything he desires, and not what he's expected to, has been overwhelming to realize.]