"Yes I do," he replied, giving her a small smirk. "Men and women think with a logic all their own, with the occasional crossover. That's why we're not completely in the dark." A few of his relationships had been learning experiences when it came to who thought what. Some of them very short lessons. He shrugged it off. "I don't know if I believe in fate, but I'll drink to that anyway."
His eyebrow rose and he sat up a little straighter. That had produced a terrifying mental image. "Yeah, I can see how that would get a reaction," he replied. "Good motivation to keep off your bad side."
Eliot considered her question before shaking his head. "Still get to sometimes." Even if it was getting a borrowed horse to the stable in time to pass him off as another. He did miss the inner peace that came with it. When the time came to say good-bye to his current career, he was looking into a little ranch out in the middle of nowhere for retirement.
"I'm sorry." Of all the reasons he could think of, that was the last one he'd expected to hear. Not just one member but her family. "You can take some of that on yourself, but not all of it. Not unless you knew this guy would resort to what he did and you went off with this Doctor guy anyway," he said, blunt. He smiled slightly, although it was understanding rather than humor that prompted it. "The cleaning up part is a bitch, but it's necessary."