Disclaimer: All characters are property of Dean Devlin.
Moments Like This: Chapter Eleven
Parker silently crossed the room and settled beside Eliot on the bed, looking at the picture he held as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Who are they?"
"My brother, his wife, and their three kids. The middle child, Ryan, just died of leukemia."
Unsure of what to say and knowing that Eliot needed to talk, Parker simply snuggled closer to him and waited until he felt comfortable enough to talk.
"I deal with death all the time. Not always directly, but I've gotten used to it. This is different. It's personal and I don't–" Eliot cut himself off. He hated this feeling. He hated being out of control and feeling so helpless.
Parker, sensing his mood, leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek then settled back against his side, silently sharing in his pain.