Title: Moving In
Author: Trowa B
Rating: FRA
Notes: For honeyjojames over on comment_fic
Summary: Of all the things Lindsey had expected Angel's actions to cause, this wasn't one of them.
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Lindsey flings open his front door just before the person knocking manages to break it down. Given that the person knocking is Eliot, door smashing is a very real possibility.
Eliot pushes past him, duffel bag over his shoulder and Lindsey blinks.
"Hey!" he protests. "What do you think you're doing?" and Eliot snorts dryly.
"Keepin' an eye on you, li'l bro," he says as he drops his stuff on Lindsey's couch and makes a foray in the linen closet while Lindsey is still gaping at him. As he dumps the sheets and pillow on the top of his duffel, Lindsey finds his voice.
"You can't just barge in here like-"
"Like you're family and need some help?" Eliot cuts him off, gesturing at Lindsey's bandaged wrist and stomping into the kitchen. There's the glink of an opening fridge and then Eliot is abruptly stomping back out of the kitchen again and grabbing Lindsey by the good arm.
"C'mon," he says, pulling firmly. "We can get to the stores before they shut. I'm not moving in here with your kitchen like that. I know momma taught you better."