"You sure?" The concern is real, and Eliot stares through the haze of pain and alcohol, he manages to pick up even that and he's pretty sure he has to be delirious by now because this wasn't happening--
--how could he have failed so thoroughly?
A part of him even wonders if maybe that was part of Carter's plan. To get him drunk and talking and letting his guard down--he should have never let his guard down--
--but no. He looks at Carter now and even though this could have gone better...much better...he still would have let his guard down. Said all those things.
Maybe this was inevitable.
But did Brett really have to be all concerned like that?! And Carter standing next to him like...like...
"...drugged you?"
Brett works his jaw, and suddenly hits Eliot's face with his gun. "Asshole!"
It takes Eliot a second--a lot of seconds to recover from that. He clearly doesn't go down easy, even when already at a disadvantage, but he spits out blood and looks at Carter, almost pleadingly.
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--how could he have failed so thoroughly?
A part of him even wonders if maybe that was part of Carter's plan. To get him drunk and talking and letting his guard down--he should have never let his guard down--
--but no. He looks at Carter now and even though this could have gone better...much better...he still would have let his guard down. Said all those things.
Maybe this was inevitable.
But did Brett really have to be all concerned like that?! And Carter standing next to him like...like...
"...drugged you?"
Brett works his jaw, and suddenly hits Eliot's face with his gun. "Asshole!"
It takes Eliot a second--a lot of seconds to recover from that. He clearly doesn't go down easy, even when already at a disadvantage, but he spits out blood and looks at Carter, almost pleadingly.
"I...tol' you t'get outta here..."