( he's observant, so hardison reacts to their reaction and he's about to break the weird moment, his long finger lifting into the air. but he doesn't have to and he relaxes a little. just a little.
his eyes dart back and forth between them, between sophie and this new guy who have that thing the team has, that talking without talking thing. he watches neal for another moment longer, his pretty polished persona giving way to something underneath hardison can't quite clock. it feels familiar, in a way. )
Oh, you think you're so clever...
( this, he says to sophie. hardison's warm brown eyes slide to hers, full of that mix of annoyance and admiration she often incites in him. for the record: hardison thinks she's so clever.
sorry neal you're not getting a full answer yet, hardison has a hissy fit to throw first. and the team can't pass up a chance to talk about a guy directly in front of the guy, right? )
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his eyes dart back and forth between them, between sophie and this new guy who have that thing the team has, that talking without talking thing. he watches neal for another moment longer, his pretty polished persona giving way to something underneath hardison can't quite clock. it feels familiar, in a way. )
Oh, you think you're so clever...
( this, he says to sophie. hardison's warm brown eyes slide to hers, full of that mix of annoyance and admiration she often incites in him. for the record: hardison thinks she's so clever.
sorry neal you're not getting a full answer yet, hardison has a hissy fit to throw first. and the team can't pass up a chance to talk about a guy directly in front of the guy, right? )
Why didn't you just say you knew the perfect guy?