Outside Oklahoma City, Friday late afternoon

Hardison had accompanied Eliot to the hospice, but had elected to wait in the waiting area before the receptionist desk. Eliot and his father had a lot of catching up to do and it was the kind of catching up that didn't need a stranger present. Hardison was easing the way with Eliot and Trudy's family and even a bit with Eliot and just being here, but facing his dad was the one thing that Eliot had to do alone.

At least the first time. Hopefully only the first time.

But he figured that Eliot would need some company after the visit ended--he probably wouldn't want company, but that was a different thing--and so he was just killing time, giving the wi-fi of the coffee shop next door a much-needed upgrade and idly skimming through the FBI files on their investigation into the Russian election hacking. ( Just to keep his hand in. )

[NFI, NFB, OOC is love. Preplayed with the wonderful vdistinctive. Immediately follows this.]