Monday morning brought the crashing reality of the events that happened over the weekend. Hardison stuttered through the newest presentation, stealing glances with Parker, who appeared straight-faced, unless you noticed the slight wrinkle of humor around her eyes. He noticed.
Eliot and Sophie sat on either side of Nate, each avoiding his eyes, and each others. It had been a long and wonderful night, but their guilt arose with the sun. Eliot could already feel he was losing her, and Sophie knew she was already gone.
Nate tried not to see any of it, but he was drunk, not blind.