Eliot rolled his eyes as he pushed open the coffee shop door, ignoring the faint ding and flashing the barista an indulging smile. "Hardison, I have not fought any aliens, at least not the kind you're thinking of."
"Aha!" the hacker pointed at the hitter as they stood in line to order. "I knew it! When and where are they invading? I have a few friends that could use the heads up."
"There's no alien invasion impending, and you have no friends."
"How would you know? If I were besties with Chuck Norris you wouldn't know with your nonexistence in any social media whatsoever. You don't even have a tv!"
"Listen up, geek. I know more about your conspiracy theories than you ever will, and I don't need a Facebook to know that overrated muscleman."
"Oh, yeah? What, do you meet up on Fridays for a good ol' arm-wrestling match?"
"Ya think he could take on a dozen armed guards in as many seconds? He'd sit there showing off and hoping he'd scare them away."
"Wow, you're vain. Yeah, a caramel macchiato, thanks."
"Go ahead, call it vanity next time I save your life, see how it goes."
"A'ight, calm down, no need to be so damn touchy. Why ya get so defensive when I imply that you might not be the best fighter in the world?"
"Because the moment I stop being the best, I am dead. The second you lose faith in me, I can't protect you. That can't happen."
The hacker's jovial expression fell and the heavy words sunk in. "Hey, we know you're the best. Hell, I feel bad for anyone that pisses you off. We trust you man."
Eliot smirked as he slid his arm over the geek's shoulder, resting his hand on the other side. "Oh yeah? 'Cause I thought you liked your men a little… dangerous." He leaned over and caught him in a rough kiss, gripping his neck and smiling into his dark lips as the nerd did the same. The ordered drink was left forgotten.