After he and Peter had parted ways, and some time after he'd made a mess of his hotel room, Neal had his talk with Mozzie. His friend was frustrated, to say the least, but also had really seen it coming. The suit had found Neal like it was his job, which it apparently no longer was. Neal only got by because of the fondness Moz seemed to have for Elizabeth. Hearing what the Burkes had gone through and how it must have been killing El was about the only way Neal kept from having a vase thrown at his chest when he said he was going back on the con.
So he'd kept his job with the Smithsonian for another few weeks, and a few after that. Life as Michael Stanton wasn't glorious but with the Hope Diamond secure, so was his job. No one went digging into his background and the forgeries stuck. It wasn't an honest living entirely, but it was as close as he could get. He'd promised Peter no heist and that's what Peter got. Beyond that, he was going to have to learn to understand, if he didn't already
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"A beer bottle made out of glass. So raise your glass bottle then..."
He sounded annoyed but he wasn't at all. In fact, he was smiling in that tired, tipsy sort of way. When Peter turned the toast around on him, he couldn't help but squeeze the phone in his hand a little.
"Like you said, we'll see what happens when I come back. Good night Peter. I'll see you soon."
With a yawn, he clicked the phone off before his drunken idiocy made him say something he'd regret.
So he'd kept his job with the Smithsonian for another few weeks, and a few after that. Life as Michael Stanton wasn't glorious but with the Hope Diamond secure, so was his job. No one went digging into his background and the forgeries stuck. It wasn't an honest living entirely, but it was as close as he could get. He'd promised Peter no heist and that's what Peter got. Beyond that, he was going to have to learn to understand, if he didn't already ( ... )
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He sounded annoyed but he wasn't at all. In fact, he was smiling in that tired, tipsy sort of way. When Peter turned the toast around on him, he couldn't help but squeeze the phone in his hand a little.
"Like you said, we'll see what happens when I come back. Good night Peter. I'll see you soon."
With a yawn, he clicked the phone off before his drunken idiocy made him say something he'd regret.
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