75 Godiva, Tuesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had always been a fast healer -- a definite advantage in his line of work, no one was going to respect a hitter who was covered in bruises all the time -- so while he still had a black eye and a fairly impressive mass of scab on his temple, the swelling had gone and the side of his face was more yellow than purple. It'd taken a few hours to

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[whoisalicewhite]

Parker stomped back in with the food and started setting it out for breakfast, grumbling under her breath. "They need more training if he thought today was the right day to want a vacation." She looked over at Hardison, then back at Eliot. "What exactly happened while I was off incubating a spawn?"

This whole incident had convinced her she really, really didn't want to ever be pregnant, thanks.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot looked over at Hardison, wondering how much the man would want said out loud. And -- honestly, Eliot didn't remember much past the first smack to the temple. He was pretty sure he'd worked it out, just based on past experience and what parts of him were hurting how much, but he didn't know for sure.

On the other hand, Hardison might bolt or throw up again if he had to try to explain it.

"The brood busted into the diner," he said, keeping an eye on Hardison while he spoke. "On Saturday, right around when you texted us. I took 'em out, but not before one of them got Hardison in the stomach. I stitched him up and tried to find you, but. . . ."

But when Parker went to ground, she went to ground.

[age_of_the_geek]

Hardison was fiddling with a bit of tech, several wires, a circuit board, and a few switches. Best of luck figuring out what it did, if it did anything at all, but the way he was concentrating on it, they'd be excused for thinking it would unlock the secrets of waterproofed earbuds.

He wasn't sulking that Eliot had ruined his most recent escape attempt but he was very much Not Participating In This Conversation.

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker nudged over a breakfast burrito in Hardison's direction, giving her version of a stern look. Then an apologetic guilty look to Eliot. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I got stung on the roof of one of my places, and it took a lot out of me to get away, so... I holed up and thought I could just nap it off. But when I woke up, there was an embryo with different priorities."

She grimaced, unwrapping a breakfast quesadilla for herself. "Should have told you where I was." She bumped Hardison's shoulder. "Eat. And see, not your fault."