Nathan Ford (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nate_ford) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"If you're sure that you're up for it," Nate said, opening the laptop and turning on the film. He wasn't sure it was the best thing, but Eliot was a grown man and could make his own decisions.
He took a sip of his whiskey, seemingly relaxing back in the sofa even though he kept an eye on Eliot. April on her side of him, curled up close to him, her arm resting across his torso as she and Nate watched and Eliot listened.
"If you get tired, we'll go upstairs," she said. Eliot nodded, but for now, neither one of them moved. Nate really hoped Eliot would get his eyesight back. He wasn't an optimist, but this time he allowed himself a bit of hope.