[ In service of his paranoia, Elliot glances around before answering, making sure they're truly alone, nods once he's satisfied. ] Sure. We can do that. [ Elliot is half disappointed at the lost opportunity to brush up against all that information, and half relieved: he's better when he can convey what he means with something other than words, but it still feels so alien, and speaking aloud is grounding. Like normal people, yeah. Anyway, they're talking about Hadrian. Notably, he isn't too surprised by the mention of Mars. ] We're connected. [ So maybe he has a little protectiveness of his own, though it's been abated by Juno's thrum of heartsickness, the rumble amidst the storm of his awful personality that says maybe he's not trying to fuck Hadrian up intentionally. There's some deep well of history here. ] Or, the symbiotes are. [ It's still pretty new to him, he's figuring out the terminology as he goes along. ] They were part of the same brood. Family. So that's why I care.