75 Godiva, stupid-o'clock Monday

[vdistinctive]

To say that Eliot was dragging would be an understatement. He'd just woken up from the absolute weirdest, most depressing week ever (which was saying something), during which he'd basically been a mindless killer drone with a drill for a hand, and literally all he wanted to do was be home with his partners and do comforting, human things like cook and eat food and then sleep.

The only saving grace was that Parker and Hardison were right there the moment he woke up, both also now normal and healthy, and that they probably wouldn't mind too much if he took a little while to go from "spoke in weird wordless groans for a week" back to "speaking actual sentences and interacting with people". Frankly, the "Big Daddy" had been a little too close to what he might have been if he'd spent enough time working for Moreau than he really wanted to deal with.

[for them's in the narrative and . . . whatever the hell speed play it ends up being]

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot let out a small grunt of agreement, then winced.

"New Orleans," he said, his voice rough and soft. "Soon."

[whoisalicewhite]

"Can it be really soon?" Parker asked, sounding fretful. "Only, this has been a really long summer and it's only June and I... don't wanna do that again." Any time soon, she would have said once. Ever again, she meant this time. She leaned her head on Eliot's shoulder. Being able to touch real Eliot again made her very grateful but a bit twitchy.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot rested his head gently against hers and nodded. If he had any more energy right now, he’d probably want to go start packing.

[whoisalicewhite]

"Good," Parker whispered. She'd miss this place. But. Enough was enough. They were going to be married. And if they were going to make their family bigger, it wouldn't be here. Kathy was gone, Raven was gone, their other students and friends were okay. Time to go.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot made a faint sound of agreement and turned his face into her hair. There'd be a lot to do -- they'd managed to settle themselves down here even more thoroughly than they had in Portland, and there was the house to pack up, the diner to deal with, and lots of people to say goodbye to.

He was really tempted to just grab them both and leave now, though.