Neal rocks back in his chair, blindsided by a phrase simple enough to be said by anyone. A sentiment that shouldn't be unique. But the last time he heard those words, Peter was dying on the floor of an office building, demanding that Neal save the criminal indirectly responsible. Doc doesn't know it, and Neal doesn't realize it, but the near-stranger just became someone Neal would take a bullet for should the moment require it. He's Peter's kind of people, and Peter's kind of people deserve better than this place.

It takes a second for Neal to find a response, and he manages to keep his tone light even if expression is dead serious.

"There's only one person I would even consider leaving here, and he's already in a Russian prison. So I'm with you on that."