"You. . . You what?" Hardison asks, feeling literal, actual pain as Eliot attempts to describe what is going on with the setup Hardison had provided for the use of anyone-who-isn't-him in their house. (He loves them, but he does not love them enough to let them even touch his computer; hell no.)

"I told him he should kick it!" Parker says brightly over Eliot's steadily more irritated description. "Like you said last time, don't call you until we try-"

"No, stop, I'm on my way."

Slipped just over, but Hardison is very wordy. . .