Elliot tried not to let her get a rise out of him but he was frustrated. "He didn't know about the hacking, Darlene. And this shit is dangerous and you just made it so he actually knows something instead of being kept out of it completely." Really, he just wanted to protect John. He'd taken him in against all logic and reason -- again he was crazy but still.

He didn't stop his whole routine even when he saw Darlene holding up a mini pharmacy. "What the shit is even in there?" Elliot asked her, though he was less bothered -- and by that, not bothered at all -- than the confession to hacking. Well, it's not like he could complain about the goodie bag at all but he was still frustrated with her.

He also couldn't complain about the source she'd created. "Good job," Elliot said, finishing the routine of getting the morphine ready which was ridiculously OCD and a strict regimen that he gave to it. That was part of the not being a junkie part. "Anything else I should know before he comes back? Because fuck if you're letting anything else slip to him."

He meant it.

"And do you really want to watch another shitty movie here?"

The morphine was already doing it's job, the tension and anxiety starting to ease, the exposed nerve that was his existence protected for the moment.