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Mornin', y'all! I'm cascadewaters and I'll be your guest host for the week! It's Monday, and I hereby declare today to be "Ya Done Me Right" day! Yeah, you read that right--this is the day for fic about doing others good and/or thanking someone for same.
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“Why would a prison have anything worth stealing?”
“The warden thought her safe here was the best place for her painting. I think we turn here… yep.”
Peter turned onto the cell block and Neal followed. They passed down a hallway lined with two inmates crammed into those tiny cells. Neal inwardly shuddered, looking at them. He had no illusions about what went on in overcrowded prisons like this. It was a small miracle he’d escaped any serious harm as it was.
He’d had to charm his way up through the guards until he was treated like a friend before he felt human again in that tiny, windowless cell. He had still felt lonely and desperately bored out of his mind for days on end. Now, he remembered the days where he wished anything would happen just to break the tedium.
He looked up to see Peter watching him for a reaction. He smiled brightly and said equally brightly, “Quite the place they’ve got here.”
Peter looked at him for another long moment, trying to see something deeper behind his smile. His eyes darted around Neal’s, but Neal knew there was nothing to see there; he was free of this, there was no reason to be shaken and no reason to show that he was having trouble walking through a prison that no one was about to shut him away in. Finally, he nodded and continued on.
“Peter?” Neal asked Peter’s back.
“Yeah?” Other than a slight hesitation in Peter’s step, he was completely casual.
“Thank you. For coming back and getting me out. I know you didn’t want to at first. Thank you for changing your mind.”
“Not a problem, Neal. Now just help solve this case?”
Neal let his grin widen until it was false but looked more real than ever. When he flirted with the warden, he was careful not to over do it. He was discreet about his observations, revealed the flaw in the safe without flourish, and calmly explained what he thought happened. He owed Peter a lot. He never forgot that, but sometimes it took backseat to having a little fun- what was the point of being out if he couldn’t enjoy it? Still, Peter deserved a break every once in a while.
He suspected it was that break that was responsible for Peter slinging an arm over his shoulder in a friendly gesture as they left and talking to him about safes the whole way out so he didn’t have to think about where they were. He still drew in the fresh air outside extra deeply when they walked out the front doors.
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This is exactly what I was thinking of. Neal just having that moment of, "Oh holy hell... that could have been me."
Thank you so much!!!
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