I must confess that I feel like a monster.
"I'm telling you, the man doesn't get enough sleep. This is good for him."
"Soph, he's a grown man. He can take care of himself."
Eliot heard the conversation between the lovebirds before he even started down the stairs. They already sounded like a married couple. Smirking, the hitter made it down the stairs and the room got quiet at the sound of his arrival. Reaching the last step, Eliot looked to see both pairs of eyes on him. Noticing the absence of Parker and Hardison, the question was out of his mouth before he knew it.
"Where's Parker and Hardison?"
The startled and concerned looking couple stole a glance at each other and then focused their attention back on Eliot. Nate shuffled a bit, looking uncomfortable, but responded.
"They just left to do a recon over our next target."
Eliot felt a little hurt at being out of the loop but remembered that they still thought he was healing. He realized he would be considered useless as his specialty is retrieval and usually involves hitting people ninety percent of the time. That was the thing though. Eliot felt fine. Great actually. It was a little freaky to be honest. -