75 Godiva, Wednesday night
Eliot was still in full-on "pretend everything is fine" mode, so he was on his couch with Parker and Hardison sat in dignified positions next to him (well, that was the intention, anyway, Parker didn't sit still well even when she was human) and a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
They were watching a movie. It wouldn't have been Eliot's first choice, but Parker had seemed slightly more like she was paying attention when he paused on the title while flipping through the options on one of Hardison's streaming services, so he'd settled for it.
About halfway through, he pulled the Hardison bear into his lap.
When the delivery guy showed up with the telegram, he found himself squeezing Hardison hard enough to set off the voice box.
"Wuv you beary much!" Hardison said.
"Shut up," Eliot sniffled. "You saw nothing."
[ooc: for one]
They were watching a movie. It wouldn't have been Eliot's first choice, but Parker had seemed slightly more like she was paying attention when he paused on the title while flipping through the options on one of Hardison's streaming services, so he'd settled for it.
About halfway through, he pulled the Hardison bear into his lap.
When the delivery guy showed up with the telegram, he found himself squeezing Hardison hard enough to set off the voice box.
"Wuv you beary much!" Hardison said.
"Shut up," Eliot sniffled. "You saw nothing."
[ooc: for one]