She could spot a liar, heck, her life was one
big lie. He wasn’t okay. The way he clenched
his jaw, how his shoulders seemed to tense
at her question, and how he kept eye contact
too long as to mark his point.
“Fine, Peter, I’ll get you to him if I can borrow
your hat.” No way she was entering FBI
property without something to hide behind.
“Come on, I’ll drive you there.”
”You can drop me off near the building, I know you can’t walk into the FBI headquaters,” he replied simply, clutching his side as he followed her to her car.
Matt Bomer with a fan
“We’re quite far from your home, but I will find out how to get you there.”
”I’m not exactly their favourite person.
Oh well, if I can drop you off at the
corner or something.”
No need to change plates if they didn’t see her.
And she owed him one.
”Neal, are you alright?”
“I’m fine… Just get me to Peter, p l e a s e ,”
MY BUTT IS A PRIVATE PROPERTY DO NOT EVER TOUCH IT AGAIN
”Alright.. June’s house. Is that something my
gps will get or is it with a person called June?”
Give me a ride to the FBI White Collar headquaters instead,”
“I guess that’s only fair. Where’s home,
I can drive you.”
”New York. June’s house,”
”Help me get back h o m e ,”