Eliot looked up from his book when he heard the man’s footsteps. “Neal!” His mouth turned up into a bright smile. “Yeah, Peter said you were coming. How’s work?”
He set the book down and got up to help Neal with the stuff he was carrying. “How late are ya stayin’ tonight?”
The thankful look the young man received said more than Neal could probably put into words. Free of the pizzas, he deposited the movies on to the coffee table and headed for the kitchen, taking the pies back on his way past, ever the whirlwind of direct intent.
"I've got a couple hours," he said, although he only low-balled the number because Peter had cautioned him against taking advantage when he had this special exception to his usual radius. "Work's good. Well, boring," Neal admitted, laughing. Without Peter around Neal was relegated to helper duties, which usually meant playing office assistant to a dozen active agents. He didn't mind it, but it sure didn't hold a candle to even a smelly afternoon in the undercover van with the usual suspects. He grabbed some plates from the cabinet, collecting napkins next. "How's school?"
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He set the book down and got up to help Neal with the stuff he was carrying. “How late are ya stayin’ tonight?”
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"I've got a couple hours," he said, although he only low-balled the number because Peter had cautioned him against taking advantage when he had this special exception to his usual radius. "Work's good. Well, boring," Neal admitted, laughing. Without Peter around Neal was relegated to helper duties, which usually meant playing office assistant to a dozen active agents. He didn't mind it, but it sure didn't hold a candle to even a smelly afternoon in the undercover van with the usual suspects. He grabbed some plates from the cabinet, collecting napkins next. "How's school?"