[ She can't quite maintain eye contact when Hardison visibly softens, casting her gaze quickly back down to the ground in front of them. But she's listening with her whole focus to everything he says, and when he leans a little closer, she does the same, the two of them all but touching.
Her lips quirk up in a tiny smile at his last comment, but almost immediately she's glancing up at him again, hope and worry warring in her expression. ]
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Her lips quirk up in a tiny smile at his last comment, but almost immediately she's glancing up at him again, hope and worry warring in her expression. ]
Is anyone else...?
[ Eliot, she means Eliot. ]