so i was watching this episode and i realised something. eliot’s just driven from portland to just outside oklahoma city, right, to try to patch things up with his dad. it’s a decent drive, solidly twenty-four hours of drive time, longer if you stop to do things like pee or sleep. but he finally gets there, and he pulls out the beer that he brought, hoping that he could make things right, and–
that’s bridgeport brewery beer. that’s hardison’s fucking beer. and eliot has carted this sixpack across half a dozen states, the beer sitting on the passenger seat. and maybe nobody’ll get it but eliot, because he sure as hell isn’t going to tell hardison, sure isn’t about to offer it to his dad, but he’s trying, ok; he’s doing something, he’s making something. he’s part of something.
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