75 Godiva, Saturday night

[vdistinctive]

Eliot considered swinging by the diner to get his spare change of clothes, but honestly, all he wanted was a nice, hot shower in his own damn bathroom. He'd been in worse spots, certainly, and for much longer.

But he wasn't sure he'd ever been in weirderVal went barrelling over as soon as he put his key in the door, and he swooped down to scoop

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[whoisalicewhite]

"Yay!" Called someone's voice from upstairs. A head popped downward and Parker asked, "How was Guam?"

[vdistinctive]

"Guam." Eliot shoved his hair out of his face. He really, really needed a comb. Also probably several tons of soap. And possibly some bactine. "I'm sure it's probably fine."

[whoisalicewhite]

"You didn't set fire to it on your way out, did you?" Parker flipped downward, landed, and went for the elbow-laden hug. "What's that smell? It's like swamp-water with Barbie perfume."

[vdistinctive]

"That's not . . . totally inaccurate," Eliot allowed. "If I'd set anything on fire, I'd smell like smoke."

[age_of_the_geek]

Hardison looked up from his computer, not looking like a man who'd been out of his head with worry about his errant partner. So either Kathy was right about a note or Eliot really needed to reassess his relationships.

"Well, hail the conquerin' hero," Hardison said, his hand up to his forehead as he pretended to swoon. "Comin' home from his adventures an'...in damn need of a shower."

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, I hear ya been braggin' 'bout me on the radio in my absence." Eliot set Val back down and came over to drape his grubby self as much over Hardison as he could get away with. "Somethin' about a note?"

[age_of_the_geek]

"Man, man, get off me," Hardison complained, batting at Eliot in such a way that suggested he was actually pretty pleased with having his boyfriend draped over him, but certain images needed to be upheld. "An' yeah. Why wouldn't I brag that my boy finally learned how to write a damn note. Not that it mentioned you'd be swimmin' through all the sewage in Guam."

[vdistinctive]

". . . Yeah, 'bout that." Eliot sighed, resting his chin against Hardison's head and sighing like he was set to take a nap right there. "I didn't leave a note."