[Faeverse]

[smileforaliving]

Neal paces the floor of the jail cell looking anxious and twitchy. He keeps watching the bed, looking at it with suspicion. He knows if he lays down, even for a moment, he's going to probably fall asleep, he can feel the weariness in his bones but he can't sleep yet. He needs to stay awake a little longer otherwise he's going to dream and he's

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[burkethejerk]

It's lucky for everyone, considering Neal's plans to bolt, that Peter gets there when he does. He looks anxious himself as he approaches the cell, calling out to him as soon as he's in sight.

"Neal?" There's not quite an are you okay in the tone -- it never seems to be the right question to ask anymore, okay never seems to be a point they can reach easily anymore.

[smileforaliving]

Neal jumps at the sound of his name, turning to face hi, wide-eyed for just a moment before he relaxes.

"Peter." He says it like it's a saving grace. He smiles, grinning a little, the smile tinged with mania. "Doesn't this look familiar?"

[burkethejerk]

Peter isn't sure whether to be worried or relieved. There are so many worse ways he could have found him, but that doesn't make him worry any less.

"A little too familiar," he agrees, tone light, playing into however Neal's dealing with it until they get out of there. "Okay, let me take care of this. We'll be out of here soon."

He'd have taken care of everything first, but -- well, he knows Neal, and he knows he had to at least be considering getting himself out if not actively planning for it, which would just complicate things further.

[smileforaliving]

He's still going to be getting himself out, and, by the time Peter comes back from having taken care of everything, Neal is going to be sitting on the floor in front of the jail cell, his knife retrieved from the evidence locker and back in his hands, being twirled in his fingers.

He smiles up innocently at anyone present, the keys to the jail cell dangling on the end of his knife. See? He did good! He did not break out until After Peter filled out the paperwork. Well, mostly.

"Can we go home," he questions, hopefully. "I don't want to be here anymore."