Eliot sat on the couch, watching as Nate paced back and forth, thinking. Hardison continued to talk in the backround, telling the team about their target.

Eliot pushed his hair out of his face and drapped his arms across the back of the couch. Parker walked over and plopped down beside him. She put her now empty cereal bowl on the coffee table and sat back, she too streched her arms back, her right arm over Eliot's left.

Her blonde hair fell over his hand right behind her head. Unconsciously, he began to fiddle with a lock of it, twirling it around his fingers.

His shoulders tensed as a light touch brushed the back of his neck. A faint smile tugged at his lips as Parker's fingers ran up the back of his head through his hair. The two sat like that for the rest of the debriefing, not saying a word.

Only Sophie noticed from her place behind the couch as the two silently ran their fingers through each other's hair.

She never mentioned it to anyone, just smiled to herself as, later, before they headed out, Eliot sat in his seat and, -with Parker now sitting on the floor infront of him,- began braiding the thief's long hair.