You were wrong. [It's just as quiet, but implacable. He's not letting go of that certainty, even if he's not going to open up the can of worms around why right now.]
But-- I know that. That it's not about that.
[A half-drawn breath as he debates voicing what he's been thinking about since well before his latest bout of stasis.] I-- There's someone I want to ask, about their plans after the barge. About... if there's room in them for another person. But if there's not. I'm still not going home. The world thinks I'm dead anyway. I might as well take the chance to be someone I like with people I love.
[ROUND AND ROUND HE GOES. Neal makes an impatient noise at himself.] What I'm saying is, what I'm trying to say is, if your team has room for someone who's really bad at violence, it... could be fun.
You kidding? My boss is really bad at violence; he'd love you giving him backup on "Miss Shaw, don't shoot that guy". Norton could come too, if he wanted.
[SHE'S JUST MAKING A GUESS HERE, BUT SHE'S BETTING SHE'S RIGHT]
We've talked about it. I definitely can travel with him, I want to, and he'd love for me to come with, but I... I want... a home. And he doesn't, really. He's not opposed, but he doesn't want one.
[Ah, okay - then she's wrong, and there's a third person in the equation. Malcolm is her second guess, but-- she decides to stop guessing out loud. It's not the point, and she doesn't want to make him feel needled.]
For the record, I can't imagine somebody who cares about you not having room for you.
But if your first choice says no, I'm always going to be open as a fallback, okay?
There's not a lot to tell? [He doesn't sound convinced even by his own words.] Former mentor dredged up sunken Nazi sub full of plundered art, kidnapped me and some associates to help disable the leaky dynamite security measures left over from the 1940s, tried to kill us, didn't manage it, eventually the art got back where it needed to be. Mostly.
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But-- I know that. That it's not about that.
[A half-drawn breath as he debates voicing what he's been thinking about since well before his latest bout of stasis.] I-- There's someone I want to ask, about their plans after the barge. About... if there's room in them for another person. But if there's not. I'm still not going home. The world thinks I'm dead anyway. I might as well take the chance to be someone I like with people I love.
[ROUND AND ROUND HE GOES. Neal makes an impatient noise at himself.] What I'm saying is, what I'm trying to say is, if your team has room for someone who's really bad at violence, it... could be fun.
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[SHE'S JUST MAKING A GUESS HERE, BUT SHE'S BETTING SHE'S RIGHT]
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He's going to travel. That's part of his deal with the Admiral, the ability to go anywhere, anywhen he wants.
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We've talked about it. I definitely can travel with him, I want to, and he'd love for me to come with, but I... I want... a home. And he doesn't, really. He's not opposed, but he doesn't want one.
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For the record, I can't imagine somebody who cares about you not having room for you.
But if your first choice says no, I'm always going to be open as a fallback, okay?
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[There's a nervousness in the namedrop, but there they are.]
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[If they were talking in person, she'd be shoving a companionable elbow into his ribs right about now.]
You gonna be a marshal?
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Jesus Christ, no. Absolutely not. Never.
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