There you sat in a bar stool, nursing a drink in hands, drunkenly yapping to Nate, Sophie, Hardison, Parker and Eliot. You were laughing, but they weren't. Everyone was staring, concern and fear etched onto their faces. You were like the sunshine of the group, even if you were still a criminal. You were laughing...while yapping about how you escaped an abusive fucking relationship.

to everybody's surprise, Eliot hugged you. He hugged you tightly, pressing a hand into your hair

"Why the hell didn't you say anything you fucking idiot-"