Elliot sat beside Nate, both staring at the pacing hacker in front of them. If he didn't know the reason to the pacing he might have found it funny or just something Hardion would do, but know he knew the reason for the pacing. His fist clenched under the table while he clenched is jaw as he raised the beer to his lips. "Hardison sit down, you're wearing a hole into the floor." Hardison's head whipped around to stare at Nate who like always had a glass of whisky in his hand. Nate looked at Elliot out of the corner of his eye, a knowing smirk began to form behind the glass that he had brought to his lips. He knew what was going on with both Hardion and Elliot, and wanted to see if they would find out what was wrong with the other.
