Pay Courtesy Its Due (for Anne)

Of course Eliot could have called, instead of actually going over to see how Jack's settling in, but that feels...impersonal. He doesn't like to think of his friendships as 'projects' necessarily but in this case it's more true than it might normally be. The man's 300 years out of his depth, after all, and despite that chasm of cultural difference they get along surprisingly well, so Eliot feels like it's only kind to make sure his friend isn't constantly on the verge of a meltdown over this terrible future he's trapped in.

He also brought food. Who knows if these poor pirates are eating well when they're probably used to hard tack and rum? He knows he's being something of a mother hen, but that doesn't stop him from toting a pyrex full of pasta along as he makes his way to the High Gate Terrace apartments. Eliot grins when he knocks on the door; after how strained things have been at work post...mortem, it'll be good to have a friendly, uncomplicated afternoon.