Neal is not investigating lights. He's not testing them. He hasn't even heard about anything being wrong with the lights. He's kept to himself as much as possible, doing odd jobs for Bonnie and small assignments for ADI and talking to few people outside of his general acquaintances. Even those exchanges have been politely meaningless, but as charming and cheerful as he can possibly be.
He's getting used to being lonely again, which is good. He should have been working on that from the start.
Today he's out doing an odd job he kind of regrets offering to help with--a cranky old woman who frequents Bonnie's wants to put up Christmas lights outside her house. Neal, idiot that he is, volunteered to help when he overheard.
So here he is, weaving a strand of lights around the banister of her stairway, silently grumbling to himself about the cold and how his boots weren't made for this kind of snow.
[action, backdated to mid-december]
He's getting used to being lonely again, which is good. He should have been working on that from the start.
Today he's out doing an odd job he kind of regrets offering to help with--a cranky old woman who frequents Bonnie's wants to put up Christmas lights outside her house. Neal, idiot that he is, volunteered to help when he overheard.
So here he is, weaving a strand of lights around the banister of her stairway, silently grumbling to himself about the cold and how his boots weren't made for this kind of snow.