Neal goes quiet, debating whether or not to say what he does next. It feels...
He's not sure. Like a plea for attention, almost. Childish. But he got so used to New York, so used to his apartment, June, Mozzie. Peter. Elizabeth. The unit. Even caged to a two mile radius on his off days, it was home. It was his. He fit in that world. Here...
"I'm not sure how I fit," he says softly. "I still feel a little like a houseguest sometimes."
Not like it had even been that long. What, a week and a half? It had taken more than a year to build the home he had in New York. It wasn't fair to expect that kind of integration already. But it had been a long time since he'd been an outsider.
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He's not sure. Like a plea for attention, almost. Childish. But he got so used to New York, so used to his apartment, June, Mozzie. Peter. Elizabeth. The unit. Even caged to a two mile radius on his off days, it was home. It was his. He fit in that world. Here...
"I'm not sure how I fit," he says softly. "I still feel a little like a houseguest sometimes."
Not like it had even been that long. What, a week and a half? It had taken more than a year to build the home he had in New York. It wasn't fair to expect that kind of integration already. But it had been a long time since he'd been an outsider.
An odd thing to realize.