[ Ah. That seems like his cue. Eliot's been doing his job long enough to know when it's time to push and when it'd be a really bad idea to do so and the last thing he wants is for the kid to spook. Maybe he thinks the kid needs looking after, but also, for all their conversation never really went anywhere real, it's been nice running into someone normal here. ]

Jason. [ Repeats it to cement the name firmly in mind. Might not be a real one, and no last name, but it's not like it matters much out here. ] Alright, Jason, I'll leave you to it. I'm not much for birdwatching, like I said, but I do well in a pinch if you ever want company.

[ He gets to his feet and then dusts off his jeans for all the good that'll do it, rain having ensured that every spec of dirt has glued itself to him. He has to fight against the urge to place a hand on this kid's shoulder or something equally comforting; somehow it doesn't feel like Jason would appreciate it. ]

And hell, if you ever do decide you wanna learn how to dice onions, I'm on the 3rd floor.