Proof that he was a fictional character. After Eliot had read that post, he'd given the idea of watching it consideration, briefly, before deciding he wasn't going to. If the manager was telling the truth, then those shows were parts of his life that people watched from week to week. People knew more about him than he wanted them to and he had no control over it.
The loss of control was what had been bothering him the most since his arrival. He was supposed to be back with Sophie, Hardison, and Parker, trying to find a way to get Nate released from custody. One moment of sleep on the couch and suddenly he was in an office, no way back, with a job assignment. No options, no asking, and a whole lot of rain.
He was spending more time wet than he was dry anymore. After he'd made it through the door, Eliot paused to strip off the hoodie he'd been wearing. It hadn't kept him all that dry, but his shirt wasn't soaking wet either. He dropped it over the closest object and headed for the bar. "I'll take a bottle of whatever is available."