75 Godiva, Wednesday night

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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."

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Parker snickered, hugging Hardison-Bear beary close, and kissed Eliot as a reward. "C'mon, let's go upstairs so I can get warmed up. And you can hug us both."

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"I wasn't nearly this obnoxious when I was a wolverine."

The only thing he remembered from being a wolverine was the smell and texture of frozen meat.

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Parker snorted, tugging on Eliot's arm as she got up. "Sure. You keep telling yourself that. I'm going to find any video Hardison took of that and make him replay it when he has thumbs again."

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Eliot let her pull him to his feet, then promptly wrapped himself loosely around her again. He knew she wasn't into hugs but she was naked and more importantly here and not furry and --

It'd been a long weekend.

"Video of me being bad ass? Sounds like fun."

Wolverines were definitely bad ass.