Chapter Text
"Are we okay, Eliot?"
Eliot looks at Nate, sitting certain, if not comfortable, in his arrogance, expecting the reaction Eliot almost gives into. Nate expects him to put it away, to focus on the job, to let it slide the way he has every other time Nate had teetered over the line. Or maybe Nate's just expecting him to understand, because it ain't like he's the only one in the room with a martyr complex. But this time-
"No man, we ain't; what in the hells made you think you had to do this?!"
"She hung up."
Wait, what? 'She hung up.' That meant-
100 words from The Jailhouse Job.
