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[conning]

"It's Caffrey. Remember the value of plausible deniability. I'll get back to you."

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[cactusy]

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]

[conning]

[Neal snorts, then stays quiet for a moment.]

He's going to travel. That's part of his deal with the Admiral, the ability to go anywhere, anywhen he wants.

[cactusy]

Are you worried he wants to travel alone? Doesn't want to be tied down by anything, even a traveling partner?

[conning]

[Theres a melancholic amusement in his voice.]

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.

[cactusy]

[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?

[conning]

[Softly:] You're both a first choice. It's just that Raylan doesn't... have people waiting for him in the same way.

[There's a nervousness in the namedrop, but there they are.]

[cactusy]

Raylan? Huh.

[If they were talking in person, she'd be shoving a companionable elbow into his ribs right about now.]

You gonna be a marshal?

[conning]

[A choked laugh.]

Jesus Christ, no. Absolutely not. Never.

[cactusy]

White-hat art thief? Getting paintings back from Nazi stockpiles?

[conning]

Actually kind of already did that.

[cactusy]

Neal Caffrey, why don't I know this story?

[conning]

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.