Paris, France, New Year's Eve
Dec. 30th, 2017 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vdistinctiveEliot had spent the week in Oklahoma, visiting with Tru and hiking around some the state's larger parks, just generally reminding himself who the hell he was without his crew along for the ride.
And it was good. Cold, a little bit lonely, but just what he needed. Hell, he'd even thrown in a visit to the local VA center to check in with the counselors there -- people who actually knew a thing or two about PTSD, thank you very much Hardison -- and got himself a prescription for anti-anxiety meds, in case Fandom decided to throw something extra nasty at them again. All told, it'd been a very successful week.
But this? Hanging out with his crew in what was basically the romance capital of the world, on a holiday when tradition called for lots of kissing?
He absolutely needed this, too.
[ooc: for the crew, up early for sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowplay.]
And it was good. Cold, a little bit lonely, but just what he needed. Hell, he'd even thrown in a visit to the local VA center to check in with the counselors there -- people who actually knew a thing or two about PTSD, thank you very much Hardison -- and got himself a prescription for anti-anxiety meds, in case Fandom decided to throw something extra nasty at them again. All told, it'd been a very successful week.
But this? Hanging out with his crew in what was basically the romance capital of the world, on a holiday when tradition called for lots of kissing?
He absolutely needed this, too.
[ooc: for the crew, up early for sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowplay.]