"You've been busy." Eliot shrugged. He sat back and spread his feet out on the floor. "Just be there for Nate and Sam." Eliot may have Nate's genes, and he'd grown up without Nate's influence, but some things were ingrained. It explained why Eliot had a tendency toward softening even when he was pissed as hell about things he had no control over.
"Sam's got plenty of people around him, but Nate needs you now. Why aren't you with him?" Eliot's eyes fluttered and he reached up to rub his forehead, aggravating the fresh cut. He winced and dropped his hand to his lap.