The hotel room is silent except for the sound of Hardison's fingers flying across his keyboard. Parker sits cross-legged on the bed, sharpening a set of throwing knives with intense concentration. You stand by the window, pretending to watch the Toronto skyline while actually watching them - the two people who mean more to you than anyone else in the world.

It's been three days since you rescued Hardison from that casino prison cell. Three days since he kissed you in that moment of relief and desperation. Three days since you threatened to tell Parker, convinced you'd destroyed everything.

But Parker hadn't reacted how you expected. She hadn't screamed or cried or left. Instead she'd looked at both of you with that piercing gaze of hers and said, "I thought we were all already doing this?"

Now here you are, the three of you alone in a hotel room, the air thick with unspoken possibilities and tension.

Hardison finally breaks the silence. "So... Austin?" he says, glancing between you and Parker. "You really think that's a good idea?"

Parker looks up from her knives, her eyes meeting yours directly. "It has good food, good music, and space for a rooftop garden," she says simply. "It has everything Eliot would want."

Your throat tightens. She remembers. You'd mentioned it once, years ago, after a particularly brutal job. Just an offhand comment about maybe settling down somewhere warm someday.

Hardison stands and crosses the room to stand beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. "What do you think, man? You ready to stop running?"

Every instinct screams at you to make a joke, to deflect, to leave before you can ruin this beautiful, fragile thing you have with them. But for once, you stay. You meet their eyes, one after the other.

This is it. The moment that will change everything.