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Sep. 8th, 2010 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelMy brain has apparently decided this is WC drabble night. Who knew? *points at icon and shrugs* Spoilers, this time, only for Company Man.
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"Peter," Neal says carefully, "is going to be fine."
It takes a moment to register, then washes over her like ice. "Oh God," she whispers, then pushes the panic down before it can seize her. "Where?"
When she gets to the hospital, Neal looks young, lost, vulnerable, alone. Then he sees her, and -- click -- shifts over to calm, controlled confidence. "El," he greets her with a conman's easy smile.
He tells her what happened, dispassionate; he cares too deeply for Peter to let it show.El hears what he doesn't say, too.
"Neal." She wants to hug him. "Thank you."
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"Peter," Neal says carefully, "is going to be fine."
It takes a moment to register, then washes over her like ice. "Oh God," she whispers, then pushes the panic down before it can seize her. "Where?"
When she gets to the hospital, Neal looks young, lost, vulnerable, alone. Then he sees her, and -- click -- shifts over to calm, controlled confidence. "El," he greets her with a conman's easy smile.
He tells her what happened, dispassionate; he cares too deeply for Peter to let it show.El hears what he doesn't say, too.
"Neal." She wants to hug him. "Thank you."