“You know I can say the same damn thing to you.’ He snapped at her. “It takes two to tango Elliot.’ 

another family gathering, except this time there were no more moments to be completely alone. but they were sat next to each other at the dinner table and parker couldn’t help how his hand slowly drifted towards her. he was talking and engaging in the conversation being had and no one was looking at where his hand was reached over beside him. he’d taken elliot’s hand in his own, fingers absentmindedly playing with hers, or tracing little circles along her palm, the back of her hand, along her wrist. any where he can touch and not be noticed. she doesn’t pull away from him, so he keeps doing it, tracing those small patterns along her skin. parker still hasn’t figured out what to do about them, and it’s eating him alive. but for now he takes what contact he can get with the other wolfe sibling.