Peter is unconvinced, but it's true--there's nothing specific he can question that he hasn't already.

"All right. Neal, we need a rundown of exactly what happened and anything you can give us on the guy who did it."

"And then I can let Norton unpack?" Neal is sliding back into the comfortable crossness he had the last time he and Peter spoke. Peter frowns.

"Yeah. Then Diana can escort you to let Norton unpack."

Neal makes an irritated noise at that, gives Norton a genuinely apologetic look, and lays out the afternoon's events as best he can remember, having been back to the Barge in-between.

They have to wait an extra half hour, almost, for a new anklet, but Neal is at least able to convince Peter that he doesn't need a direct chaperone during the elapsed time. When the marshals arrive, Neal watches the anklet go on with a resentment that makes his chest tight.

As soon as the two of them are in the elevator headed down--Neal convinced Mozzie to go home after Neal gave his statement--Neal grabs Norton's hand and gives it a squeeze. "Sorry about all that."

He glances at Norton with a wicked little smile. "Very well handled, though. I'm impressed."