"Hey, hold up." Brett keeps one arm and his weapon trained on Eliot, and uses his other to help prop Carter up.

This of course just makes Eliot stare, because is this actually happening or is it some kind of horrible nightmare, a drunken delirium?

Brett shakes his head. "No, of course not. He's sure this is all Spencer's fault. He knows you'd never ever do that to him." Well, again.

He too notes the change in Spencer's demeanor and he allows himself a particularly satisfied, smug smile. "We finally got you, man. We finally beat you. And Damien's gonna have a special welcome prepared for you, Spencer. A little welcome home present. It's gonna be great. Just you and him, maybe me, maybe a few of the guys, and we're gonna have a nice little chat."