“It wasn’t an ultimatum,” he explains apologetically. It wouldn’t have occurred to him that an ultimatum based on his company could work, for one thing.
But it accidentally did and he doesn’t know how to feel about that. A little guilty and a little elated.
He takes a sip of mocha, the fingers of his free hand fidgeting absently at the table top until the cup returns to their reach.
“Do you like working with the FBI?” he ventures, eyes wandering back up to Neal’s face.
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“It wasn’t an ultimatum,” he explains apologetically. It wouldn’t have occurred to him that an ultimatum based on his company could work, for one thing.
But it accidentally did and he doesn’t know how to feel about that. A little guilty and a little elated.
He takes a sip of mocha, the fingers of his free hand fidgeting absently at the table top until the cup returns to their reach.
“Do you like working with the FBI?” he ventures, eyes wandering back up to Neal’s face.