Eliot's muscles uncoiled at her acceptance. He could take a lot of things, but he was still only human and the loss of her friendship would have added a heap of devastation onto what he already felt by the loss of Parker and Hardison.
"Yeah. Nate hired us all to pull a job together several years back. Then we did another, and another, and it snowballed from there. We went from getting paid to get revenge by stealing stuff to helping honest folk get back what was taken from them by the corrupt. Helping others instead of just ourselves made a big difference in all of us, especially Parker."
Eliot looked down at his skeletal hand, wrapped around nothing. "People like us, we don't trust easily, if at all. But we were similar, we could understand each other, and the longer we were together, we became less of a team and more of a family. Parker and Hardison were my family."
He got a hitch, there, in his voice, and he brought his beer to his lips to wash it away.