Eliot's been keeping himself distracted in the kitchen, waiting to hear from Danny. He knows exactly when his plane was scheduled to land, but he's resisted the urge to check and make sure it made it in on time. He'll hear from him or he won't, and he'll deal with it either way... though so far he's been dealing with it by being kind of an asshole to the rest of the kitchen staff. He'll have to make it up to them. Later.

When his cell rings he snaps at the sous to take over and simply walks out, pulling his phone out before it rings a second time. He feels a mixture of relief and dread seeing that it is, in fact, Danny calling, and he takes the back stairs at a jog as he answers.

"Hey sweetheart." And then he trails off, frowning, because there's definitely something wrong, he can hear it in Danny's voice, and the realization makes his blood run cold. He takes a breath and steels himself for whatever's coming, but all he says is, "How was your flight? Get in okay?"