Carter is mingling at the pool, clearly set apart from both the assassins and the other girls by an expensive looking robe, a glass of Campari in his hand. It's been a few eventful weeks and he knows Damien is quite busy and a little stressed out with his latest deal. So when the guards come down bringing two uninvited guests he's sure they will suffer his wrath and not see the end of the day. But then they come closer and Carter suddenly sits up a little straighter.
His hair is longer but he recognizes the man instantly.
But no, that can't be, that's impossible. What would he be doing here after all this time? ... Well, besides face off with Brett first thing he does because of course he would.
Carter stares at Eliot and for a moment there are some wild emotions running through his eyes but then Damien steps out of the sauna and he has to get up and moves to help him slip into his own robe. Damien is welcoming Eliot, making the assassins put their weapons down but the words are lost on Carter. There's a buzzing in his ears, like he's caught in a storm and he can't stop looking at Eliot until Damien puts his hand on his arm, making him look over.
"John, be so kind and fetch our guests a drink, hm?"
"Sure." John smiles at Damien, his own hand briefly touching his shoulder before he heads over to the minibar. Beer for Eliot. He remembers that.
He doesn't really care about Hardison's preferences.
He steps over to the pair, holding out the bottle for Eliot to take.
"You remember John, don't you, Eliot?" Moreau chats amiably while Brett still looks like he bit down on a lemon. "He used to be your doctor back in the day."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," Carter muses in the same friendly, amused tone. "It's been quite some time. I'm sure he's forgotten all about me."
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His hair is longer but he recognizes the man instantly.
But no, that can't be, that's impossible. What would he be doing here after all this time? ... Well, besides face off with Brett first thing he does because of course he would.
Carter stares at Eliot and for a moment there are some wild emotions running through his eyes but then Damien steps out of the sauna and he has to get up and moves to help him slip into his own robe. Damien is welcoming Eliot, making the assassins put their weapons down but the words are lost on Carter. There's a buzzing in his ears, like he's caught in a storm and he can't stop looking at Eliot until Damien puts his hand on his arm, making him look over.
"John, be so kind and fetch our guests a drink, hm?"
"Sure." John smiles at Damien, his own hand briefly touching his shoulder before he heads over to the minibar. Beer for Eliot. He remembers that.
He doesn't really care about Hardison's preferences.
He steps over to the pair, holding out the bottle for Eliot to take.
"You remember John, don't you, Eliot?" Moreau chats amiably while Brett still looks like he bit down on a lemon. "He used to be your doctor back in the day."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," Carter muses in the same friendly, amused tone. "It's been quite some time. I'm sure he's forgotten all about me."