Hardison just--freezes. There's some primal logic that tells him this is the correct course of action. Eliot can't see him if he's still, right? Wait.... It actually takes him a moment to even process the question, he's so startled.
Eliot wanted to know if he was okay? Why...oh god, so he could hit him? Hardison was delicate, man, and he'd just ironed this shirt. He really didn't want to bleed all over it. Would Hypatia let him in to the urgent care if Eliot broke his nose? He was going to have to get Dillinger to open the door for him.
He was going to have to explain his drunken mansex adventures to a judgmental hipster while he was bleeding all over everything.
Today was just not his day, man. Not. His. Day.]
Uh...
[Eliot still had his wrist in a vice-grip. FFFUUUUUUU--THINK FAST. Helpful. Being helpful was good.]
Know what, man...I'll just uh...wash this and give it back to you later. Sound cool?
[NO NEED TO HIT ME, BRO. IT'S KAY.]
Shirt too--you know, since I'll be doing laundry...and...all that.
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Hardison just--freezes. There's some primal logic that tells him this is the correct course of action. Eliot can't see him if he's still, right? Wait.... It actually takes him a moment to even process the question, he's so startled.
Eliot wanted to know if he was okay? Why...oh god, so he could hit him? Hardison was delicate, man, and he'd just ironed this shirt. He really didn't want to bleed all over it. Would Hypatia let him in to the urgent care if Eliot broke his nose? He was going to have to get Dillinger to open the door for him.
He was going to have to explain his drunken mansex adventures to a judgmental hipster while he was bleeding all over everything.
Today was just not his day, man. Not. His. Day.]
Uh...
[Eliot still had his wrist in a vice-grip. FFFUUUUUUU--THINK FAST. Helpful. Being helpful was good.]
Know what, man...I'll just uh...wash this and give it back to you later. Sound cool?
[NO NEED TO HIT ME, BRO. IT'S KAY.]
Shirt too--you know, since I'll be doing laundry...and...all that.