"Look, this can't come as a surprise to you, can it? I mean, you didn't seriously expect me to stick around after my four years were up?"
Peter feels like the ground is being pulled from under his feet. Not in his worst nightmares had he imagined something like this.
"Well yes I did! You liked it, I know that. You liked chasing criminals, you liked the challenge."
"To a certain point, Peter. I hated being leashed, and I don't mean only the anklet. I hate the restrictions, I hate being bound by the law, hell, I'm starting to hate New York, because it's all I've seen in the last four years. I want to see Paris again, and Los Angeles and London and Rome and Jo'burg and Athens. I want to be able to go wherever I want. Not just where the Bureau sees fit to send me."
"So you want the 'freedom' of being a criminal, then?" Peter injects as much venom in his voice as he's able.
"Yes, yes I do. See you, Peter." Neal even manages to sound sad and a little wistful when he says it. Peter feels like it's all been a lie, as if he's never known Neal at all, like his partner and friend is a stranger.
He hates him so much in that instant, hates himself for caring.
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Four years and counting [White Collar]
Date: 2010-10-12 09:38 pm (UTC)Peter feels like the ground is being pulled from under his feet. Not in his worst nightmares had he imagined something like this.
"Well yes I did! You liked it, I know that. You liked chasing criminals, you liked the challenge."
"To a certain point, Peter. I hated being leashed, and I don't mean only the anklet. I hate the restrictions, I hate being bound by the law, hell, I'm starting to hate New York, because it's all I've seen in the last four years. I want to see Paris again, and Los Angeles and London and Rome and Jo'burg and Athens. I want to be able to go wherever I want. Not just where the Bureau sees fit to send me."
"So you want the 'freedom' of being a criminal, then?" Peter injects as much venom in his voice as he's able.
"Yes, yes I do. See you, Peter." Neal even manages to sound sad and a little wistful when he says it. Peter feels like it's all been a lie, as if he's never known Neal at all, like his partner and friend is a stranger.
He hates him so much in that instant, hates himself for caring.