Eliot's Place, 75 Godiva Street, Wednesday Night

[age_of_the_geek]

So this day was all kinds of fired. First, Hardison had met some crazy, murder hobo version of his boyfriend in the park and had gotten to have not-so happy funtimes with the wrong end baseball bat. And then on his way home, he'd kept seeing things out of the corner of his eye, but when he'd turned to see what was out there, there was absolutely

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot came in from what had turned out to be a rather extended walk for Val as he'd gone over every inch of the island for signs of whatever it was Kathy couldn't properly remember anymore.

He'd seen a lot of flickers of creepy evil. Not a lot of clues, though.

Val went barrelling gleefully up to Hardison, enormously glad to be home, then paused and whimpered when she got close. He still had some murder hobo smell on him. She climbed up on the couch next to him and nosed at his shoulder, looking pathetic.

"Val, down," Eliot said, though they both could tell he didn't really mean it. "Man, you would not believe who I ran into in town today."

[age_of_the_geek]

"Bet my answer is worse than your answer," Hardison said, looking up at Eliot and letting him see the big black eye he was sporting. And cuddled Val a little closer, as if he were defying Eliot's attempt at getting her to heal.

He needed snuggles. Puppy snuggles were an excellent start.

[vdistinctive]

Val was more than happy to oblige! She snuffled her nose into Hardison's neck then leaned up to try to lick his chin. She was helping!

"Jesus --" Eliot was over next to Hardison in an instant, crouching down to get a good look at that shiner. "Who the fuck did this to you?!"

Eliot was going to have to go murder him a murder hobo, wasn't he.

[whoisalicewhite]

"Weirdness everywhere," Parker said, coming in from the cold, taking off her scarf. "Too many people. Weird light. And-- Hardison?" Parker stopped to stare at Hardison. "What happened?"