Eliot was intruding, right? He felt like he was intruding. Sure, he'd helped during the whole coffin thing, but it'd really been Parker who'd held Hardison together. He was just going to slide subtly out of bed here and leave these two to their couple time.

And pause at the edge of the bed because, dammit, he wanted to make sure Hardison didn't end up falling apart, this time.