It's really not fair you're 100% immune to the glare. Regardless, Eliot continues glaring even as he drinks the water.
"...soup?"
A blink. What does soup have to do with--wait, he vaguely remembers babbling about it before he passed out.
"I think that was the drugs talking. Uh, well...Brett drugged me somehow. It...it was probably my coffee, I thought it tasted off." A growl. Ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee and now he'd never be able to leave any of his food or drink unattended because he'd be suspicious forever. Thanks, Brett.
cw violence, drugs
"...soup?"
A blink. What does soup have to do with--wait, he vaguely remembers babbling about it before he passed out.
"I think that was the drugs talking. Uh, well...Brett drugged me somehow. It...it was probably my coffee, I thought it tasted off." A growl. Ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee and now he'd never be able to leave any of his food or drink unattended because he'd be suspicious forever. Thanks, Brett.
"He tried to kill me, and Hardison stepped in."