Peter's voice. That memory, made so searingly present again. He stops cleaning slowly, turning to look at Malcolm. "The memory that Raylan saw..."
He licks his lips behind the construction mask, tastes dust in spite of the protection. "He saw me break into Peter's house. He saw me crack the safe in Peter's bedroom, take pictures of classified documents he had inside so Mozzie... So we would know what was safe to sell from a stash of plunder from World War Two that we stole from under the FBI's nose. Peter called me, while I was there. He told me..."
Neal trails off for a moment. "He said I deserve some happiness."
He lets that hang in the air for a moment, trying to find something else and failing.
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Peter's voice. That memory, made so searingly present again. He stops cleaning slowly, turning to look at Malcolm. "The memory that Raylan saw..."
He licks his lips behind the construction mask, tastes dust in spite of the protection. "He saw me break into Peter's house. He saw me crack the safe in Peter's bedroom, take pictures of classified documents he had inside so Mozzie... So we would know what was safe to sell from a stash of plunder from World War Two that we stole from under the FBI's nose. Peter called me, while I was there. He told me..."
Neal trails off for a moment. "He said I deserve some happiness."
He lets that hang in the air for a moment, trying to find something else and failing.
Finally, he says, "I don't know that I do."