When Hardison answers his cell, Eliot is still swearing under his breath. "Shit shit shit!"
"Whoa, okay, take a deep breath." Hardison puts up his hands in a soothing, slow-down sort of motion that Eliot obviously can't see. "What's going on? Did you start the wrong Eastern European war again?"
"Hardison, I think this is a date," Eliot cuts in,
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