As no saying ever goes, one confused housemate deserves another.
The sound of the window cracking lined up with the storm taking a turn for the worse was enough to get Hardison moving. Sounds like a job for duct tape and prayers. Parker's tone when she yells Eliot's name is enough to have him half-tripping in his haste to get out to the living room faster.
Bright side: no one is bleeding, everyone's home, good for the nerves in this weather. Downside: Eliot looks like a very upset drowned rat and Parker looks like an upset Parker. Can Mathias, mayhaps, just chill again?
"Ay! Door closed, people!"
He's already making his way over, possibly to practice what he's preaching in hopes of keeping the floor from getting even wetter.
"Y'all adrenaline junkie, wanna feel the wind, Midwest white people storm-watchin'-ass-- give a man a heart attack--"
The prospect that either one of his smart and competent once-in-a-lifetime skill level teammates would be intending to actually go back out into that stormy mess, that eludes him entirely in this brief moment. It doesn't compute. It's awful out there so obviously that simply can't be what's happening. Occam's Razor has always been Hardison's natural enemy.
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The sound of the window cracking lined up with the storm taking a turn for the worse was enough to get Hardison moving. Sounds like a job for duct tape and prayers. Parker's tone when she yells Eliot's name is enough to have him half-tripping in his haste to get out to the living room faster.
Bright side: no one is bleeding, everyone's home, good for the nerves in this weather. Downside: Eliot looks like a very upset drowned rat and Parker looks like an upset Parker. Can Mathias, mayhaps, just chill again?
"Ay! Door closed, people!"
He's already making his way over, possibly to practice what he's preaching in hopes of keeping the floor from getting even wetter.
"Y'all adrenaline junkie, wanna feel the wind, Midwest white people storm-watchin'-ass-- give a man a heart attack--"
The prospect that either one of his smart and competent once-in-a-lifetime skill level teammates would be intending to actually go back out into that stormy mess, that eludes him entirely in this brief moment. It doesn't compute. It's awful out there so obviously that simply can't be what's happening. Occam's Razor has always been Hardison's natural enemy.