Office hours, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot straightened up from where he'd been installing screens behind the vent grates. He hadn't held office hours since the unfortunate gremlin incident three weeks ago, and he wasn't taking any chances with ending up convinced he was something considerably worse than a giant six year old bird.

Val looked at the vent and then up at Eliot and whimpered. He sighed and scratched behind her ears. "Yeah, I know. But I ain't crazy this time. And besides, these vents are too small for Parker, anyway."

Yeah, the similarities to his lovely psychotic break wasn't helping his peace of mind much, either. But at least he hadn't busted out any bear traps.

[Open office is open! Just not to gremlins.]

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"I didn't expect you to actually have strong feelings about an assassination that took place before you were born."

And waaaay before Wash was born.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot shrugged. "It tends to come up a lot."

When you spent a lot of time around trained killers.