75 Godiva, Sunday morning

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If Parker had been any less than 100% enthusiastic about having Archie around, Eliot would have happily let him spend the whole weekend getting room service at the Arms.

But Archie was, however grudgingly, family. Which meant he got an invite to the small family brunch Eliot planned for Nana. And -- well, honestly, the old guy was pretty fun, once you got past the whole "could have been so much better for Parker growing up" thing. He had some amazing stories about his days at the top of his game. Eliot's favorite was the one about thwarting Nate the one time IYS sicced him on him.

And, well. Eliot wouldn't trade getting to see both his partners happily interacting with their family for the world.

[for the team and guests, and likely a lot of slowplay]

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Archie's nostrils flared slightly at that smirk, but he bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping at Eliot. He hadn't gotten where he was by over-reacting at provocation. Even from someone deliberately being so provoking.

He chose his next words very carefully. "And you anticipate such a move... when?"

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Eliot shrugged. "Ain't got no plans for it right now. We're pretty comfortable with the way things are."

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Archie's smile had a glint of the feline about it now. "Is that so? You've discussed this?" He glanced sideways. "Parker?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

See, she knew Archie would get it. Especially with Eliot throwing all those hints at him.

"Sorta?" She frowned. "Kinda? We like our place above the diner right now, and Eliot likes his space." She shrugged. "Now he just sleeps over sometimes and we sleep over sometimes and we all play with Megabyte."

[vdistinctive]

What, was Eliot supposed to pretend not to be basically married to his partners now?

"Val," he corrected absently. The dog in question came trotting up, tail wagging like crazy, and looked around at all the weird tension going on in the room.

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"How... " Cozy. Domestic. Archie bit down on both words, and finally said, looking at the dog, "Cute. Val?" He held out his hand, avoiding looking at either Parker or Eliot while he processed all this. "Or Megabyte?"