He knows. He doesn't know how he knows but he knows. If people found out about what he and the crew do, that's one story. They help people and take down the really bad guys. But the stuff before that, the stuff that made him a bad guy...it doesn't take long for rumors like that to spread through a tiny place like this. And yeah, his reputation has followed him around in criminal circles and he deals with it, sometimes it's helpful, but there's something...disappointing about not being able to keep up a better facade here. But maybe it's just his lot in life. Maybe it's what he deserves. Maybe he should just own it and let the chips fall where they may.
"Depends on the side job."
Except he mentions Hardison.
"A long time."
Eliot tilts his chin up, his eyes narrowing, all friendliness and charm gone. In place is an ice coldness that matches his eyes.
"Yeah, he does. And don't drink any house brews. You can tell him I said that, too."
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Side jobs.
He knows. He doesn't know how he knows but he knows. If people found out about what he and the crew do, that's one story. They help people and take down the really bad guys. But the stuff before that, the stuff that made him a bad guy...it doesn't take long for rumors like that to spread through a tiny place like this. And yeah, his reputation has followed him around in criminal circles and he deals with it, sometimes it's helpful, but there's something...disappointing about not being able to keep up a better facade here. But maybe it's just his lot in life. Maybe it's what he deserves. Maybe he should just own it and let the chips fall where they may.
"Depends on the side job."
Except he mentions Hardison.
"A long time."
Eliot tilts his chin up, his eyes narrowing, all friendliness and charm gone. In place is an ice coldness that matches his eyes.
"Yeah, he does. And don't drink any house brews. You can tell him I said that, too."