Eliot released his brother's shirt to grasp his hand. At least... At least, neither of them would be alone with this couple. He watched them both from under his bangs.

After they ran some errands? He swallowed thickly. That... That couldn't be a good thing. He tried not to think about it but he could push away the mental images of what they might be buying. He closed his eyes briefly. Come on, Eliot. Pull yourself together. Stop acting like some blushing virgin. You've only been dealing with these kinds of creeps for two years now.

He could deal with whatever they set up. Holland was sending Lindsey, too, so it couldn't be too terrible. Right?