"Fuck. I don't know." Eliot didn't want to 'crash out' anywhere. He wouldn't say it out loud, and he kind of hated himself for it, but his main reason for agreeing was that him sleeping would keep Hardison in the house that much longer. "The couch. If somethin' attacks --"

He'd be too groggy to do anything about it. Please pardon Eliot while he tried not to hyperventilate.