75 Godiva, Sunday evening

[vdistinctive]

There wasn't anything quantifiable that Eliot could nail down, but he could tell when Fandom managed to shake off its latest evil invasion. It was like an enormous, evil weight had been lifted from the world.

It was an enormous relief, but mostly Eliot kind of wanted to take a nap. Again. Apparently freaking out as hard as he had took a lot out of a person, more than sleeping a good 10 hours straight thanks to the medication Hardison had dug up.

"Right," he said. "So . . . what. We should be good through, like, March now, right?"

[ooc: for the family, especially, but can also be open!]

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[tigerundercover]

"Is it okay if I ask what you did?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Another time?" Hardison asked. Rather than giving her the brush-off, he looked like he was pleading with her to understand. "It ain't somethin' I like to think about an' with everythin's that's been goin' on this weekend..."

[tigerundercover]

Raven nodded. "Yeah. I getcha. Sometime when there's nothing but happy things going on otherwise."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Or at least when we ain't, like, twelve hours out from a meltdown, you know?" He wrapped his arms around Raven, smiling at how small she was. "How'd I luck out in gettin' you as my TA, huh?"

[tigerundercover]

"What can I say," Raven said, smiling. "We've got taste."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Helps that we're smart an' good-lookin', too," Hardison added with a smile.