Eliot. Eliot was counting. Eliot quite possibly had a tally somewhere of the minutes that Hardison was spending as a teddy bear. Sure, it was easier to deal with -- much easier to deal with -- with Parker being all properly human-shaped again, but he wanted his damn boyfriend back, please.
Wanted it enough that he'd actually spent some time cleaning any residue of the bugs and pollen and nonsense off Hardison's synthetic fur after class. Delicately. By hand. The internet said he could just throw a stuffed toy in the washer, but that seemed needlessly cruel.
He reached over for his beer to take a sip and found it empty. Which meant they were down to his last six pack. "We're running low on beer," he muttered, half to Parker, who was around here someplace, and half to himself. "Again."
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Wanted it enough that he'd actually spent some time cleaning any residue of the bugs and pollen and nonsense off Hardison's synthetic fur after class. Delicately. By hand. The internet said he could just throw a stuffed toy in the washer, but that seemed needlessly cruel.
He reached over for his beer to take a sip and found it empty. Which meant they were down to his last six pack. "We're running low on beer," he muttered, half to Parker, who was around here someplace, and half to himself. "Again."