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"You're late," Peter grumped.
"I'm early," Neal corrected. "It's five minutes to eight."
Peter narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Why are you early?"
Neal snorted. He pointed a thumb back over his shoulder at the still-spooked gate guards. "You think your buddies there would have let me in on my own?"
"They would," Peter said, exasperated, "if you gave them your name like a normal person, instead of…" He waved his hand around in a way that was presumably meant to indicate the whole rising-out-of-shadow thing.
Neal smirked. "But Peter, I've already given my name to you."
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