[Neal swallows hard, his throat tight and the tension in his shoulders unrelenting. He's lived a long life but how he had handled those moments aren't something he's proud of. She has every right to be angry with him if that's what she wanted.]
I would be too. [His voice is softer, his thumb lightly gliding along the outside of his glass. He isn't very skilled at sitting still without some sort of fidgeting.] I'm sure you've heard this before but I'm sorry Emma.
[He clears his throat.]
So where are we at now?
[Neal dislikes magic, he dislikes not knowing and this stupid business with timelines. He hopes that he'll tell him but at the same time he almost doesn't want to know. It's conflicting and frustrating.]
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I would be too. [His voice is softer, his thumb lightly gliding along the outside of his glass. He isn't very skilled at sitting still without some sort of fidgeting.] I'm sure you've heard this before but I'm sorry Emma.
[He clears his throat.]
So where are we at now?
[Neal dislikes magic, he dislikes not knowing and this stupid business with timelines. He hopes that he'll tell him but at the same time he almost doesn't want to know. It's conflicting and frustrating.]