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                   𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐓.      𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆    ?          and  yet      ;      she  found  herself  staring.      sue  her  for  being  in  the  actually  surroundings  of  a      suit-wearing  man      that  wasn’t  automatically  inclined  to      grab  her  ass      and  give  her  a  chuckle  in  response.      of  course      ,      those  men  typically  ended  up  with  that  same  hand      broken  into  multiple  pieces.      she  was      fearless      in  that  department.      the  nurse  outfit  that      clung      to  her  frame  was      just  one  size  too  small      ,      but  she  made  it  work  somehow.      lips  pursed      ,      a  light      POP      escaping  pink  tinted  lips      —      it  gave  an      innocent  look      when  she  wanted  it  to.      ❛      —–      interesting.          ❜      the  word  was  spoken      ,      a  pause  ensued  as  she  clicked      once      with  her  tongue  and  her  feet  brought  her  in  front  of  the  male.      slender  fingers  were  brought  up  to  fix  his  tie      ,      one  quick  movement      ,      before  she  allowed  hazel  hues  to  shift  up  to  look  at  the  other.      ❛      you’re  no  cop      ,      and  yet      ,      you’re      dressing      like  one.      why  is  that    ?      ❜      it  wasn’t  exactly  a      question      that  she  wanted  an  answer  to      right  away      —      but  it  was  a  question  she  asked  regardless.      for      some  reason      ,      ivana      knew      this  wouldn’t  be  the      only  time      she’d  see  the  guy.      hand  patted  his  chest  when  his  tie  was      fixed      ,      before  feet  carried  her  out  of  the  hallway  towards  her      target      ;      her  next  paycheck      more  than  eagerly  awaited      by  the      at  the  moment      redhaired  girl.

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interesting is certainly one way to put it. neal is far from immune to all things aesthetically pleasing, so the woman hasn’t exactly escaped his eye. still, he isn’t one to rush into this sort of situation without a somewhat well thought out plan ( although his impulsiveness certainly got the best of him in plenty of other moments ). as it appears, though, he doesn’t need to do much of anything before she’s approached him and a slightly surprised, albeit pleased smile spreads across his face. forward. he can appreciate that. still, her question and the way her hands travel across his chest give him pause, make his eyes narrow just slightly at her as the only indication he’s anything but charmed. if he didn’t know any better, he might have thought she was checking for wires. “unless i’ve missed something about the police dresscode, i’m inclined to be offended,” he jokes, lips twitching upward. this suit was vintage. 

more intrigued than ever, he pushes his hands into the pockets of his slacks and strolls after her. something was off -- or going on, anyway. and neal had never been able to resist a good mystery. “besides. if we’re talking about outfits, i’d say you’ve got the more stereotypical one.”

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i���m bored but got muse so?? PLOTTING CALL. like this for me to pop into your IMs and discuss plots bc I work much better like that than cold starters.

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hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof

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RULES : tag 10 followers you want to get to know better TAGGED BY : @deathtake TAGGING : @baugenius @andryuska @glysimachia & anyone who wants to!

NICKNAME : anne, u literally cant shorten that any further GENDER : cisfemale ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : scorpio but as @tempcrnce taught me, my cancer moon is 10000% more me so HEIGHT : 5′7 SEXUALITY : ????? at this point  HOGWARTS HOUSE: hufflepuff FAVORITE ANIMALS : im so basic, just. dogs & cats. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP : 5-9, depending on how quick i fall asleep/whether i can sleep in. NUMBER OF BLANKETS : 1-2 WHERE i AM FROM: germany DREAM TRIP: New York just for the Broadway Shows tbqh WHEN I CREATED THIS ACCOUNT :  beginning of october!! WHY I CREATED THIS ACCOUNT : neal muse was so strong and loud, he took over my entire multi so he got his own blog

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               He easily takes the BAIT. With a simple wave of his hand, he invites his own death. Amelia sits down, admires him for a minute and thinks it’s a shame the world will soon be out of a face like that. Oh well, pretty people died all the time. Amelia sits down next to him, one thigh crossing over the other. She is casual, relaxed. She has no reason to be anything else. ❝ A bad pick up line, I know. What if I told you how HANDSOME you were, would that make it better ? ❞ He was offering her a drink and she smiled wider; she really shouldn’t be drinking while ON the job but she couldn’t help it, her body craved it.

              ❝ Vodka, please. ❞

Grin is still firmly in place as she talks and head tips to the side in a sort of silent acknowledgement. “I don’t know that that’s any less of a classic pick-up line -- but I’ll take it.” Of course, Neal isn’t unaware of his looks. They’ve served him well time and time again and certainly grant him plenty of privileges ( such as the company of this lovely lady ), but he’s also aware that it would be far from humble to say any of that. And he’s not actively trying to be an ass. He briefly turns towards the bartender, places their orders ( whiskey for him, vodka for her ) before his attention is back on her. “So, in spirit of keeping with the theme -- would you like me to go the ‘fallen from heaven’ route or do you prefer the ‘running through my mind’ option?”

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‘  what’s wrong? what’s wrong? what is wrong? this is my life! that’s what’s wrong!  ’ / halden or D/s

So Neal is starting to realize that while branding Blaine had been absolutely necessary to save his life, Blaine was more than a little pissed at him for it anyway. He’d been on the quiet side ever since and Neal was still collecting the exact reasons as to why he was so upset. Don’t get him wrong, he had his own hang-ups about the whole situation but he was very certain he had never informed Blaine of those. Which meant there were things he, too, didn’t know about.

“Well, the other option was no life, so all things considered I think this is still the better one,” he offers, but realizes with one look from Blaine that joking isn’t the way to go here. So he clears his throat, shifts in his seat and folds his hands in his lap.

“You do realize there’s nothing wrong with being a sub, right?” Blaine draws in a breath and Neal holds up a finger, stopping him in his tracks and mentally making a sidenote as to why anyone ever doubted this was who Blaine was going to turn out to be. “That was a rhetorical question. I realize that you may not believe that right now but that doesn’t make it any less true. If everyone turned out to be a Dom, what would that do? Leave us with a world full of really unhappy people, that’s all. One without the other, in a grand scheme of things, wouldn’t work. Neither is better or less than the other.”

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‘ you’re an escape, someone to toy with. you’re a yo-yo, a booty call, a side piece. ’ -- tovska , jameson maybe after they've ?? started to develop feelings but then jameson is like wAIT BAD MOVE and goes off like this :)))

Huh. Neal thought he’d experienced it all in this life before and yet, as he stands here and looks at Jameson, he realizes that no, he definitely hadn’t experienced that before. There’s plenty of things he’s been through romantically -- that first big love, the major heartbreak, losing who you thought was the love of your life forever, on-off relationships that never quite leave you, accepting that as real as your thing may be, it’s just not meant to work right now. But he’s never been told this. 

Sure, evidence suggests Neal may be serial lover. He flirts, he’s got a charming smile and witty comment at the tip of his tongue for anyone and isn’t exactly blind to his own looks and the effects they can have. But he’s also a hopeless romantic and approaches every new romantic connection with the same kind of excitement and eagerness to see where it goes. Vulnerability is scary but since working for the FBI, Neal has learned to appreciate the stability of his life. Running isn’t a part of his daily life anymore and so he has the time to lean into relationships, to test them out, to see what they may or may not become. He’s still far from an open book, but he’s at least... a willing pamphlet, most of the time.

His face displays a range of emotion -- confusion, disbelief, sadness. A part of him doesn’t entirely believe it and recognizes pieces of himself or at least, who he used to be: here for the momentary pleasure but too scared of opening up, of long-term commitment in case it only ends up hurting either one or both of them. Which is why he also knows that trying to open a conversation about this is a moot point. At one point of his life, Neal might have genuinely started  anew identity if someone had attempted such a thing.

So he just huffs out a breath through his nose and nods his head once. He can take a hint.

“Right. Well, maybe you’ll find a new side piece to take on the trip then,” he says as he rises from his seat, slaps the flyer down on the table between them. “The reservations are made. It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.”

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‘  do you want me to thank you? thank you for saving me from my sad little suicide attempt?  ’ / halden

Neal is taken aback by the question, pauses in the middle of pulling the chair back for himself. Blaine sounds – mad, almost. What he’s mad about though, Neal isn’t sure yet? That he called the ambulance? That Neal’s here? Does he really think Neal expects a thank-you for not letting his boyfriend die? But then again, Neal has come to know the low expectations Blaine has towards any kind of positive attention directed at him, so perhaps that shouldn’t surprise him all that much.

After that brief moment of pause, he proceeds to move the chair next to his hospital bed and settles into it. He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, though he supposes at least his habit of wearing suits at all times makes him look much more put together than he actually feels. 

“Of course not.” Eyes dart towards Blaine’s hand on the bed and he wonders whether he can, whether Blaine’s too upset to allow it. Only one way to find out. Slowly, Neal moves to settle his palm over Blaine’s hand, fingers curling around it loosely. He’s warm against his skin and Neal’s never been this happy about that fact. “All I want is for you to feel better.”

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                                   ❝ You look like you need a DRINK, ❞ she suggested softly, moving to take a seat at his side. Handsome, tall           he looked INNOCENT enough but Amelia knew appearances to be deceiving. Why someone wanted him DEAD, she’d never know but she often didn’t ASK questions; she did was was required and then took her paycheck.

                                   ❝ Mind if I join you ? ❞

There’s a few things Neal can’t say no to. Interesting pieces of art, a challenge, good wine and attractive women who offer him a drink are only a few of them. So when he’s just slipped into a barstool and already has company, a smile slips onto his face and he waves a hand as if to motion for her to make herself comfortable. “Do I? I’m not sure that’s a compliment,” he hums, corner sof his lips twitching upwards. “But -- you’re not entirely wrong. What can I get you?”

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(    *    & .    —    SCANDAL SENTENCE STARTERS .

‘  a lady never gets drunk.  ’

‘  and yes, i do love you. no matter what. i have always loved you. no matter what.  ’

‘  are you still getting married?  ’

‘  as long as she’s alive, well, she’s your flaw. your achilles heel. which makes her my weapon.  ’

‘  buying into the delusion that there’s any way to live together, to get through an entire life together, that’s… well, that’s the fantasy. that’s pretending.  ’

‘  call my bluff. i dare you.  ’

‘  come back to me. forgive me. i love you.  ’

‘  do not tell me what i have to do. you don’t get to do that anymore.  ’

‘  do you not understand that when the monster gets hungry, he will turn around and eat you?  ’

‘  do you want me to get married?  ’

‘  do you want me to thank you? thank you for saving me from my sad little suicide attempt?  ’

‘  does it bother you at all? all the lies and pretending? and that’s not an accusation cause i do it too and i do it well.  ’

‘  don’t insult me by lying to my face.  ’

‘  don’t patronize me like i’m some hysterical teenage girl at the beginning of my cycle.  ’

‘  for a screw up, you’re actually very bright.  ’

‘  frankly, it’s embarrassing that you still haven’t realized, after all this time, that if we were together – actually together – i would tear right through you.  ’

‘  girls like to be kissed first, right? romance them a little before you dive right into their pants?  ’

‘  go screw yourself. and when you’re done with that, you can go straight to hell and screw yourself there.  ’

‘  he has a weakness. if i exploit it, maybe i can get information out of him.  ’

‘  he is who i choose. he is who i will always choose. you are just a lesser version of him, a sad reminder of who i truly deserve.  ’

‘  how does someone as brilliant, as accomplished as you, not know what you are, who you are?  ’

‘  i am better than you.  ’

‘  i am not some man acting out of rage and then thinking later. i am a woman.  ’

‘  i am not some toy you can play with when you’re bored or lonely or horny. i am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. i am not a fantasy. if you want me, earn me. until then, we are done.  ’

‘  i am sick of smiling. i am sick of acting like we’re happy.  ’

‘  i am spectacular, but i can’t compete with religious fervor.  ’

‘  i am tired of doing everything myself! i am alone here!  ’

‘  i asked you to save me… and you said no.  ’

‘  i can’t be with you. it’s not that i can’t – i don’t want to.  ’

‘  i can’t breathe without you. i can’t sleep without you.  ’

‘  i can’t do this… be with you. i can’t be with you. i’m sorry.  ’

‘  i could tell you five minutes from now that i want to be with you, that i want to save you… you would crawl back to me and forgive me every single time.  ’

‘  i don’t want to marry her. i want to be with you. do you want to be with me?  ’

‘  i don’t want us to fight anymore. if you don’t hurt me, i won’t hurt you.  ’

‘  i exist for you.  ’

‘  i got here because i managed to escape you.  ’

‘  i have never left your side. you left mine, but i never left yours.  ’

‘  i have spent all this time feeling guilty, feeling like a monster, feeling like i broke us! but it was you!  ’

‘  i haven’t had this much fun spending the night with a woman in… hell… ever.  ’

‘  i just got you back  ’

‘  i lie in bed every night and i play our relationship over and over again in my head like a movie. we meet. we fall in love. we can’t stop ourselves. we’re meant to be. i give up everything inside of me and then it stops. the movie just stops. i don’t know how it ends.  ’

‘  i love you. i’m in love with you. you are the love of my life.  ’

‘  i love you. i’m in love with you. you are the love of my life. my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. i can’t breathe without you, i can’t sleep without you. i wait for you, i watch for you. i exist for you.  ’

‘  i may not be able to control my erections around you, but that does not mean i want you.  ’

‘  i think you believe that i will never choose you.  ’

‘  i thought, hey! let’s get some estrogen in here and see what happens!  ’

‘  i wait for you, i watch for you.  ’

‘  i want us to stand in the sun together.  ’

‘  i wasn’t thinking about you. i don’t think about you.  ’

‘  i will open up our closet and i will pull out our dirty laundry to the world. i am that tired.  ’

‘  i will slit his throat. if he learns that i’m the one who made you break his heart, that too will force me to slit his throat.  ’

‘  i wish we’d never met, but we did. and i tried… i tried and failed. and tried and failed again to hide – to stop loving him. but i couldn’t. i was weak. i hated myself.  ’

‘  i would never try to kill you.  ’

‘  if i only went where i was welcomed, i would never leave the house.  ’

‘  if you knew the sacrifices i have made, the things i have given up, and the pieces of myself that i have given away for you… and you treat me this way? you declare war on me and you shame me and you make me beg for scraps when i have done nothing but fight for you.  ’

‘  if you want me, earn me!  ’

‘  it hurts until it doesn’t. you think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. you may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. numb, but numb and fine are the same.  ’

‘  it’s a gesture. it means i’m sorry. people get coffee when they’re sorry… i can get you tea instead.  ’

‘  it’s because you found your precious (name here) doesn’t have the secrets of the universe tucked between her magical thighs – that she’s just a person like everyone else and that she’s capable of using you like everyone else.  ’

‘  it’s my turn! he suffers. he hurts. he burns. i’m tired of carrying the cross. let him pick it up now.  ’

‘  it’s you and me.  ’

‘  it’s you. you’re difficult.  ’

‘  i’d lose… our little war. i’d lose.  ’

‘  i’m damaged. she doesn’t like to yell at me.  ’

‘  i’m done. i told you we’re done. we’re over.  ’

‘  i’m just a twisted sociopath who gets what she wants no matter who gets bulldozed along the way.  ’

‘  i’m playing the game and i’m playing it better than anyone.  ’

‘  i’ve gone from being his bitch to being yours.  ’

‘  leave me be. leave me be!  ’

‘  let’s not pretend we’re something we’re not.  ’

‘  life is unfortunate. random. coincidental. bad things happen to good people all the time.  ’

‘  marriage can wreak havoc on a person.  ’

‘  mediocrity is not an option for me. i don’t want that and neither should you.  ’

‘  monsters eat people. it’s what we do.  ’

‘  my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face.  ’

‘  oh, look. it’s the girl who can’t shut her legs or her mouth.  ’

‘  one, i am not a hen. two, i am not a prize at a state fair. you cannot win me!  ’

‘  please stop. please stop getting my hopes up.  ’

‘  pretending is what’s real. every married couple alive pretends.  ’

‘  put another glass of scotch on top of it and just deal with it.  ’

‘  screw as many whores as you want. i wouldn’t expect anything less.  ’

‘  she’s not my mistress anymore, so buck up. you won.  ’

‘  she’s perfect, but she’s not you.  ’

‘  she’s perfect. but she’s not you.  ’

‘  so cheers, baby. drink up. i live to fight another day.  ’

‘  so, you can cheat and i can’t? is that it? well, that is one hell of a double standard.  ’

‘  stock your damn fridge. if i’m going to be your fake boyfriend all day, i’m going to come home at the end of it and drink real beer and eat real food.  ’

‘  the only difference is that i’m in love with you. some people would call that a defect.  ’

‘  the plan is to find him, and when i do, i’m going to look him in the eye and put a bullet in his head.  ’

‘  the truth of the matter is that i will never love anyone as much as i love you.  ’

‘  the truth of the matter is that i will never love anyone as much as i love you. you have never chosen me. we’ve done horrible things to one another, but for some reason, i still end up here in front of you… looking at you. wanting you. in love with you.  ’

‘  there is a famine in my lady bits. my vagina is beautiful, she is welcoming, but she is being treated like a murder house. i can’t get anything in there.  ’

‘  there’s no gratitude in parenting. i don’t know why we do it.  ’

‘  this is amazing. she has actually managed to go from being a slut, to being an every-woman, to being your sister-wife in under 48 hours. i didn’t even know that was possible.  ’

‘  time’s up! we’re coming for you!  ’

‘  we should’ve locked ourselves in a room together and gotten drunk years ago.  ’

‘  well, guess what? you’re alone! the path that you walk is not my path. the shoes that you stand in are not my shoes. we are not equals, nor will we ever be. you are alone.  ’

‘  we’re in this together, okay? we have to be in this together because i don’t have anybody else. i don’t. you’re all i have.  ’

‘  we’re not ever going to be over. i am never going to be over you.  ’

‘  we’ve done horrible things to one another, but for some reason, i still end up here in front of you… looking at you. wanting you. in love with you.  ’

‘  what does it feel like to be so hot for someone, to be so turned on by them that you would put everything you ever worked for at risk? does it feel good? is it an amazing high?  ’

‘  what, did you think you’d find me drunk and playing russian roulette?  ’

‘  what’d you call me? ornamental? not functional? i am a rose dying on a vine here.  ’

‘  what’s wrong? what’s wrong? what is wrong? this is my life! that’s what’s wrong!  ’

‘  when i was faced with the chance to cheat, i kept my knees together and said no.  ’

‘  when you walk in here, you make me hope.  ’

‘  you always did know just the right way to hurt me.  ’

‘  you are a measly little troll and i don’t like you, and i do not respect you, and i think you’re pathetic.  ’

‘  you are the biggest bitch i know. don’t tell me you can’t do this.  ’

‘  you are the one i like to ride, but no one will ever ride you like i do.  ’

‘  you declare war on me and you shame me and you make me beg for scraps when i have done nothing but fight for you.  ’

‘  you do not summon me!  ’

‘  you don’t have to love me, but we are in this hell together and the flames are burning both of us with equal intensity, baby, so the least you could do is be my friend.  ’

‘  you have never chosen me.  ’

‘  you have no idea how my world works.  ’

‘  you love me. you love me!  ’

‘  you missed out on your happy ending today.  ’

‘  you own me! you control me! i belong to you!  ’

‘  you put your tongue in my mouth and now i deserve to live? that’s a thing? that’s how it goes?  ’

‘  you ruined me. i’m ruined!  ’

‘  you should know – i hope you know – i did my best for you. i take tremendous pride in who you have become.  ’

‘  you should never apologize for being you.  ’

‘  you should’ve never given me someone to love. monsters eat people. it’s what we do.  ’

‘  you took in a wild monster and you groomed me and petted me and trained me to sit at your feet, but that doesn’t mean i’m a puppy. that just makes me a very loyal monster. so i don’t go too far. i went exactly as far as my leash allows and yo hold the leash. you went too far.  ’

‘  you were never an option for me.  ’

‘  you! you ruined our relationship! you shut me down. you locked the door. you killed us.  ’

‘  you’re an escape, someone to toy with. you’re a yo-yo, a booty call, a side piece.  ’

‘  you’re complimenting me. is this some new, genuine way of putting the screws to me?  ’

‘  you’re not good enough for me.  ’

‘  you’re not ready. and you never will be.  ’

‘  you’re not you anymore. you know who you are? you know who you’ve become? you’re your father.  ’

‘  you’re one creepy bastard, you know that?  ’

‘  you’re ornamental. not functional. so don’t come in here and try to use your brain because no one cares.  ’

‘  you’re scared of what we have. of something real.  ’

‘  you’re the only one who has always been honest with who you are.  ’

‘  you’re weak. you need me too much – need me to tell you what to do and how to feel. you were never an option for me.  ’

‘  you’re wrong. i’m not scared. i may be horrible because i’m abandoning you, because i always abandon you, but i’m not scared. not the least bit.  ’

(  my original version of this meme can be found here.  )

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i’m watching an until dawn play-through again and ugh, i have so many feelings about josh again

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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Paintings by Fragonard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art

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▌FACE CLAIM :   Matt Bomer ▌NAME :     Neal Caffrey ▌AGE :     Verse dependent, usually between 31 - 36. ▌HEIGHT :     5′11″. ▌SPECIES :     Human ▌GENDER :     Male ▌NATIONALITY :    American. ▌BIRTHDAY :    March 21st 1977 ▌SUN SIGN :     Aquarius. ▌RESIDENCE :    New York. ▌MARITAL STATUS :     Verse dependent. ▌ALIGNMENT :     Chaotic good. ▌DRINK :    Wine ▌FOOD :     A good homecooked meal ▌DAY OR NIGHT :     Night ▌SNACKS :     Nuts, fruit ▌PET :     None, but would be so down for a dog. ▌COLOUR :     Navy blue ▌FLOWER :     Bumblebee Orchid ▌SEXUALITY :     Bisexual & Biromantic ▌BODY TYPE :      Muscular, toned. ▌EYE COLOUR :     Blue. ▌HAIR COLOUR :     Brown.

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❛ what doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me. ❜ / fbi

“hey.” his hand reaches out, settles against blaine’s arm to make him pause while everyone else continues filing out of the conference room. being close to closing a case is good, usually gets neal in high spirits, even if an element of danger is involved. he’s been part of enough operations to know they usually go according to plan, that there’s no reason to worry.

but today isn’t business as usual and so, he does worry.

he waits until everyone is out of earshot before he says anything else. whether or not anyone else knows, he’s not sure of but it certainly isn’t his business to alert anyone. not unless he can help it, anyway. when he finally speaks, he picks his words carefully.

“i don’t think you should be a part of this bust today.”

neal isn’t a fan of guns on a good day and while he can appreciate that his co-workers have less of an issue wielding one than he does and is aware they’re trained to use one, it just doesn’t sit right with him today. not when blaine’s been chugging coffee all day and been zoning in and out of conversations every now and again. not when he can see the tiredness behind the smile he’s got plastered on.

blaine’s biggest shortcoming is not seeing his own greatness as it is. and neal has to admit that he’s more than a little concerned that self-preservation isn’t exactly his top priority when he’s feeling as low as he clearly is today. so really, having him anywhere near a gun-wielding criminal seems irresponsible at best. 

fingers squeeze slightly against blaine’s elbow with the hope that he understands, that he doesn’t think neal is patronizing him. “let diana take down the bad guy today. please?”