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geniuswithasmartphone) wrote2018-06-11 03:05 am
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75 Godiva Street, Monday Afternoon
Another weird weekend and Hardison wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Being a teen seemed a lot more fraught than being a little kid and that wasn't even taking getting beaten up by a tiny version of his boyfriend into account.
But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.
"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"
Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.
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But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.
"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"
Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.
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"You want me to clear out for awhile," he said, his own voice just as even. "I'll understand."
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He turned around finally, looking at Eliot. Val also ran over to him, sniffing in excitement, cataloguing all the time he'd been in the Preserve. The bruises hadn't gone away when he'd gotten older, and the cut on his lip pulled when he smiled a bit at her antics--though it faded fast enough when he looked at Eliot again.
"Let's just get through a conversation and breakfast before we start making any big decisions, okay?"
It wasn't a yes?
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Eliot was pretty sure trying to talk about anything else first would just make everything worse, but he didn't really feel like he was in any sort of position to turn Hardison down. So he just nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets as he came into the kitchen proper.
"Parker take all the food?" he asked. "Or just the stuff with processed sugar?"
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"I ain't even had a chance to check," he replied. "Just had to take a second to appreciate the scope of her ambition."
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Well. There. At least 'teen Eliot' had now been brought up.
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Particularly, ones that Eliot would come to regret as soon as he came back to his senses as an adult.
"Maybe we'll be lucky an' Parker ain't got too far with anything. Some on-island safehouse somewhere?"
For someone who'd intended to talk, he sure wasn't saying much.
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Just most of it.
"One of the abandoned warehouses, I'd guess." Eliot was just going to follow Hardison's lead, here. "It'd take time to set up fences for all this stuff, and she wouldn't know what was on the other end of the causeway."
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And then he turned and abruptly strode over to Eliot, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head against his chest. "Don't argue'," he said, holding Eliot tight. "I just--I need this okay? I can need a hug from my boyfriend even if he's the reason I need a hug right now anyway."
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"I'm so sorry." His voice broke, and he didn't even try to stop it. "I done some shitty things in my time but that --"
Well. It wasn't worst thing he'd done, but at the moment, it felt that way.
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"You're the one who's always there."
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Because that was the thing, what Caleb had hit nail on the head: teen!Eliot had been terrified. And even now, Eliot wasn't handling fear super well, when it came to his partners.
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"I'da gone off on someone by the end of the week," Eliot said, hand coming up automatically and finding -- nothing. The wolf necklace, the one Hardison had given him to replace the long lost claw, was sitting safe and sound on his bedroom dresser. Assuming teen!Parker hadn't stolen it. "I could play polite around grown-ups alright, but I wasn't exactly known for my self control at that age."
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Beat.
"You're lucky I didn't know your full name, though, or you woulda gotten porn magazines delivered to your house with your name on 'em."
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Eliot would have been bounced off the football team, too. And he could have kissed his army career goodbye, which was what he'd really been afraid of, as a kid. DADT was well in force at the time, and the army was the only way he'd known of to get the hell out of town.
And, well. The path he'd ended up on thanks to Uncle Sam hadn't been straight and narrow in any sense of the word, but it was what had led him to the people he had now.
Teen Eliot had had plenty of reason to be terrified. He'd just been damned stupid about how he'd responded to it.
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That wasn’t actually funny, was it.
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"I don't know what else to do, man," Eliot admitted. "Other than --"
Other than him leaving for Hardison's protection.
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