75 Godiva Street, Saturday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

So, everything was terrible again. Hardison was pretty sure that Tony and his TA were evil, Eliot had brought home a version of Kathy that needed babysitting a lot more than she needed to be out heroing, there were slugs pretty much everywhere, and last night Eliot had insisted they all sleep down in the panic room in the basement. Which was actually more like a 'panic suite' because Eliot had built it and he was kind of extra about things, but even so, it was a little more claustrophobic than Hardison was comfortable with. He'd found himself calculating how much air was available in their hidey hole, which wasn't something he'd done since they'd moved from Portland.

That itchy restlessness hadn't left him, even when they'd all come back upstairs for brunch. He needed to get out for a little while. Do something. Spend some time in the open air while feeling useful. So once the meal was over, Hardison grabbed for his jacket and his laptop bag. A walk across the island to the school for some quality research time would hopefully settle him.

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[whoisalicewhite]

You were getting the most dubious of dubious looks there, Eliot.

[vdistinctive]

"Openin' yourself up to people is worth the hurt," Eliot explained. "This is just -- this is a lot of hurt."

[whoisalicewhite]

Okay, that, she got. "Ohh." She considered that, putting her head on his shoulder. "Same here. For you. And Hardison." Parker swallowed, and said, "Sorry if it's rough on you, though."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot just hung on tighter.