You and Eliot have been together longer than Leverage has. He was a hitter and you were a nurse first hitter second. You two were the definition of a strong-willed power couple most of the time. The other time you were both bad at verbally admitting something scared you. Today was one of those days.

You both just found Hardison who was buried alive not 2 hours ago saved him with the help of Parker, Sophie and Nate. Parker and Hardison are now talking about their emotions downstairs in the bar and how they want to get together and what not. Sophie and Nate are avoiding each other for some reason. And you walked into the apartment over the bar/Leverage Headquarters to see Eliot aggressively cutting a tomato.

"You did great today babe." You said gently. He just huffed to himself and cut more aggressively. "It was scary. He almost died." You whispered walking behind Eliot.

"Yeah. I wouldn't have let him die though. I would have saved him. I'm being bad at talking again aren't I?" Eliot mumbled. You nodded a little and kissed the corner of his lip. Eliot chuckled to himself and hugged you.

"I'm making dinner. Chicken breasts with salad." He said rocking us. You chuckled and nuzzled your face in his neck. "Your hair is pretty." You said, under your breath.

3 hours later, you both were cuddling in y'all's bed. You both were naked with a blanket over y'all. Eliot smiled a little bit. "Fuck me man. Perfect way to end this shit filled today." He whispered.

He got up and put on a pair of boxers. Eliot walked into the kitchen. As he walked in, he saw Hardison staring into his orange soda. "Hey, man. How are you doing? Shouldn't you and Parker be your bed cuddling?" Eliot asked Hardison.

"Parker's asleep I just every time I fall asleep I am in the coffin again and I can't." Hardison whispered. Eliot walked over and put his hand on Hardison's shoulder. Eliot seemed genuinely concerned for Hardison. "It's natural. It's completely natural. Just hold Parker close it'll help." He whispered.

"Thanks man. That's really nice. How do you.." Hardison asked. Eliot sighed and smiled a little bit. "Evelyn, is perfect for this. My wife taught me that. She's good at emotions. Now go to bed." Eliot said, his voice getting gruffer. Hardison rolled his eyes but left.