The tapping of her nails sounds like a countdown to him.

"Yeah, he would have," he says slowly, carefully, not looking away. He has to meet her eyes.

Did you know he'd make it?

"I wasn't gonna let him drown," Eliot says. His voice is calm. Unapologetic. He doesn't need to apologize because there is no apology that he could make. He's not sorry because he'd do it all over again if he had to.

But the moment he entered the pool he had to calculate Hardison getting hurt as a possibility. He knows Moreau better than...maybe anybody else, better than most people.

Bringing Hardison was a calculated risk that was very likely to end up in him having something terrible happening to him and he brought him anyway.