It’s funny how much more something can mean if its context changes. When Norton takes Neal’s hand in the relative safety off the cab, Neal straightens a little, giving the other man’s fingers a little squeeze. The question gives him that particular warm chest pressure he associates with an all-encompassing hug.
“It’s surprisingly secure. The technology is a lot more targeted than what… was available before.” At least he caught himself before he said anything about the 1950s. “Which isn’t to say it’s entirely outside the realm of possibility, but it’s a lot less likely than being physically followed or having someone track my phone.”
Still, Neal scowls down at his ankle. “At least I don’t have to foot the bill to wear it. A lot of those who opt for this instead of prison have to pay for the privilege on top of everything else. And the scar was finally starting to fade again on the Barge.”
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“It’s surprisingly secure. The technology is a lot more targeted than what… was available before.” At least he caught himself before he said anything about the 1950s. “Which isn’t to say it’s entirely outside the realm of possibility, but it’s a lot less likely than being physically followed or having someone track my phone.”
Still, Neal scowls down at his ankle. “At least I don’t have to foot the bill to wear it. A lot of those who opt for this instead of prison have to pay for the privilege on top of everything else. And the scar was finally starting to fade again on the Barge.”