Date: 2013-10-15 08:27 pm (UTC)
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He smiles -- it's one of his genuine ones, that goes all the way to his eyes. He's like a puppy, made happy by the simplest things.

Neal frames her face with his hands, not wanting to let her go. It's been a long time since he's been in this position -- he never got here with Sara, with their on-again/off-again whatever-it-was. It was fittingly ironic, and somewhat weird, that the last woman he felt like this for was another Kate.

This time, Neal was certain there would be a happier ending. No prison, for one. No Adler, no Fowler, no music box. Just one weird island.

"I'm glad we've got that cleared up, then," he says. "You've got me as long as this place lets us stay, you know that." He knows that the words that come out of his mouth aren't suave, aren't slick, aren't Caffrey. He's feeling a little more Danny Brooks at the moment, like he's that awkward, gap-toothed little kid who had to forge his own bus passes to get to school. He's feeling real.

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