Hardison's hands slid into Eliot's hair, combing it out with gentle fingers, nails lightly caressing his scalp. "Hey," he said softly. Mostly a breath of a word. "It's..." The word 'okay' wouldn't come. "You're back. You're both back. That's what matters."
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Date: 2019-06-18 04:37 am (UTC)