"Nate's hair is like a spider web, only less sticky. And less organised." Eliot made a face. "I'm glad your hair doesn't look like his. I'm glad my hair doesn't look like his." He shook his head, actually smiling just a little. "More than that, I'm glad they didn't get you. I'd be lost right now, without you here with me." He bent down to tug at the laces on his work boots, so he wouldn't have to look at her after such a bold and revealing statement.