Nana's House, Calumet Heights, Chicago, Illinois (Sunday Afternoon)

After the excitement of yesterday, no one had felt like broaching the topic of Leverage and how Nana felt about it. Instead, they'd gone home, helped clean up the remains of the attack, and then settled down to eat the best damn dinner Nana had cooked in her entire life. Saturday had melted away in a blur of warmth and love and family, with Nana relating embarrassing stories of Hardison's childhood, and Parker and Eliot relating embarrassing stories about his adulthood.

It was such a good time that Hardison was sometimes able to forget the secrets and discussions hanging between them.

But nothing good can stay and soon it was Sunday, just a little while before they had to return to the island. And, as much as he hated the idea, Hardison knew that he needed to speak up about things now--if he was going to speak of them at all.

( And so it goes... )

[And over with! Thanks so much to my wonderful partners in crime, whoisalicewhite and vdistinctive. They were AMAZING, working with me on this since July. NFI, NFB, but OOC is lovely]