Eliot

[0_0_7]

He'd laid out 10k without blinking and the rush was amazing. He'd always enjoyed flashing his money, but this was different. He'd claimed the lad, stolen him from his father, and had set him up in a new life.

And now that he'd had a taste, he wanted more.

"Eliot," Bond said, walking up on him while he was clearly busy. "Do you have a moment?"

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[eliot_thespectacular]

"Ah..." Eliot looked around and then laid the tray of blood samples he'd been holding on a cabinet. "Sure."

[0_0_7]

"No, no. Finish. Then let me take you to lunch," he said warmly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Oh," said Eliot. "Oh, okay. Sure."

What was it about Bond? Eliot typically wasn't one to want to be patted on the head and told he'd been good.

[0_0_7]

Bond waited patiently until Eliot was done.

"How does Du Jour sound?" He asked. For places near the hospital, it was one of the finer places.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I... yes, sure," Eliot said, a little surprised, when he came back. "That sounds great."

[0_0_7]

"Excellent. Come along," he said.

"We'll walk. Tell me how everything is going..." he said, leading the way to the north exit.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Overall, not bad," Eliot said, falling into step beside him. "Though after a whole day of increasingly frustrating text messages I'm pretty sure my landlord is just refusing to have someone fix the air conditioning. Good thing I sleep in the nude."

[0_0_7]

"Your landlord doesn't keep up on maintenance?" Bond asked in mild surprise.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"He's insisting it works fine," Eliot said with a roll of his eyes. "He's just a shithead. It's probably worth it for me to just pay someone to come have a look myself."

[0_0_7]

"It shouldnt be your responsibility, Eliot. Would you like me to call my maintenance company? I can add it to my account," he offered.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Yes actually, he really would. "Ah, that's very kind, but it's a bit outside your job responsibilities to keep med students in air conditioning...."

Though now he was thinking of Bond's offer to pay for Leo's flat. This was nothing.

[0_0_7]

"Please. Allow me. You have enough on your plate to need to worry about this, too," he replied. "I need mine serviced as well. I'll book both."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot should refuse, of course. It was the polite thing to do.

But you know what? Fuck it.

"Thanks," he said. "I appreciate it." He smiled - though not flirtatiously - and added, "I'll keep sleeping in the nude regardless."

[0_0_7]

Bond chuckled indulgently.

"Cheeky," he smirked, but shook his head.

Du Jour posted the menu at the door and Bond paused to inspect it.

"Ah, fresh halibut today. Lovely," he said, opening the door and stepping through first.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot followed after him without a thought. "Are you one of those people who goes to a lot of really fancy restaurants becuase you have a lot of money and you can't cook?" he asked. "Because honestly that sounds awesome. Even though I do like baking."

[0_0_7]

"I go to good restaurants because they have good food," he said. "I'm just as fond of a bag of take away."

He still owed Q a night alone with takeaway. He'd promised, after all.

"I only insist on variety."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I could bring you some tarts," Eliot offered. "As a thank you, for fixing my air conditioning. I like baking... it's like chemistry. Also bath salts. How do you feel about baths?"

[0_0_7]

"Tarts. And bath salts."

Bond looked at him a moment.

"Interesting hobbies," he remarked dryly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I have a lot of hobbies," Eliot said. "Idle hands and all that."

[0_0_7]

"I do hope sleep is one of your other hobbies," he said, taking a seat first.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"It is indeed one of the hobbies that I perform in the nude," Eliot said mildly as he sat down as well.

[0_0_7]

"One of them. Alright," he chuckled. "I think I'll turn down the tarts and salts, but thank you."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I'm afraid I don't have much else to offer," Eliot said, and looked down at the menu. Jesus. These prices. What it must be like to just... have money.

[0_0_7]

"You'll have a chance to impress me when your rotation starts. Don't worry about it until then," Bond assured him.

"Fish or beef?" he asked. He looked at the menu, but he'd already settled on fish.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Fish," said Eliot. Partly because he figured Bond knew what was good.

If Bond weren't his boss he'd have ordered a drink too, but showed some constraint.