"That's just crazy talk," Hardison said quietly. Calmly. He reached out, trying to pull Eliot in for a hug. "He couldn't control that. That's like bein' mad at somebody for not gettin' sick first."

God, Eliot was so stiff, so tense. "You ain't bein' rational right now. Probably cause you ain't slept. It's harder to protect us when you're overtired an' not thinkin' straight."