Luke's Diner, Thursday Afternoon

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The restaurant was also much bigger than Hardison remembered and an odd peach color. Hardison didn't know what was happening, but figured that whatever it was, Eliot wouldn't be pleased about it. The staff, however, decided to roll with it, incorporating peaches in every dish.

Today's Specials
Zucchini Ribbons, Peaches, and Macadamia Cream Salad
Brazed Brisket with Bourbon Peach Glaze
Fresh Southern Peach Cobbler

It smelled like a church barbeque in Luke's. Hardison ordered a big plate of everything while he went around giving viruses and trojans to racists and sexist trolls on the internet. Sometimes it was good to get back to basics.

[No OCD]

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Eliot gave the peachy walls little more than a vague, disgruntled glare before sitting across from Hardison and putting his head down on his arms.

The color was just fine, it was the weird white expanses flitting along the edge of his vision that were messing with Eliot today. Like, seriously messing with him. Giving-him-a-migraine messing with him.

He'd never say so, but Hardison's typing was soothing. And between yesterday's madcap transformations and mood swings and today's constant "what the fuck is that!"ing, he could totally use some nice, soothing boyfriend time.

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Hardison could type just as easily with one hand as two (shut up) and didn't even look up when Eliot sat down. But he did move one hand over from typing to resting on Eliot's head and giving him a nice scalp massage.

Love, yo.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had the best taste in boyfriends.

"You missed Parker in a giant fur hat yesterday," he said without picking his head up. Between not trying to look at anything and Hardison's hand on his head, he was feeling much better already.

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"An' you in a cowboy suit," Hardison noted. "Were y'all playin' 'The Naughty Russian an' the Cowboy' without me? That's hurtful."

The busboy gave them a startled look and scampered off, leaving Hardison behind, snickering.

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Eliot heaved a long suffering sigh into his arms. "Stop spreadin' rumors about our sex life to the staff."

He didn't even have to look up to know what had happened. That was a very distinctive scamper.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"How was it my fault he was eavesdroppin'?" Hardison asked. Innocently.

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Eliot lifted his head at that, shaking his hair out of his face and peering up just enough to glare at Hardison.

"You've met him."

And the damned expanse of white was still there, so he shoved his face back into his arms.

"And cowboys didn't wear suits."

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"I ain't know you were wearing a suit," Hardison said. "I was just reportin' what those stand up investigative journalists, the squirrels, told me."

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"Was a hat," Eliot grumbled. "An' a bolo tie."

You know, cowboy accessories. Get it right.

"Anyway, they went away when I started gettin' thrown all over the age-spectrum and pushed out of my chair repeatedly."

But at least he hadn't gone repeatedly blind, like some people.

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"Aww." Hardison slipped out of his side of the booth and into Eliot's wrapping a long arm around his shoulders. "An' now you look like you got a headache."

He knew the signs.

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Well. The whole "coming in and immediately putting his head down" thing wasn't super subtle.

Eliot automatically started trying to lean away from the hug, but quickly gave up and let it happen.

"Dunno man, somethin' weird with my eyes or somethin'. Nothing looks right."

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Hardison just responded by increasing the pressure of his scalp massage. "The white flickers?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm seein' 'em, too."

He was just a little more inured because of the sheer amount of time he spent on the computer.

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Eliot grumbled incoherently for a moment, then sighed. "Least it's not just me."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Nah. Island's just playing tricks this week. I dunno, probably antsy with the nice weather or somethin'."

Honestly, it was as good a theory as any.

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"Kept fuckin' with Kanan's eyes yesterday," Eliot said. "Was kinda startin' to worry."