This is just a tiny little snippet that struck me. I don't really know how I feel about it - but at the same time I like it... so... yeah.
"W hy is everybody looking at me?" Neal asked, his eyes flickering back and forth before finally settling on Peter. Am I in trouble? Peter almost smiled at the silent question in the conman's blue eyes.
No. He indicated with the smallest shake of the head. Neal visibly relaxed, his stance once more reflecting confidence (whether it was real or not – not even Peter could tell) – and successfully concealing whatever further befuddlement he was feeling.
"It's good to have you back, Caffrey." Hughes said finally – his eyes flickering from Neal's face to Neal's shoulder. Neal shifted uncomfortably, his eyes once more darting to Peter.
What do I do?
The corners of Peter's lips quirked up ever so slightly in a smile as he stepped forward and took a stand next to Neal. He clapped a hand on Neal's shoulder – left, not right – "Come on Neal – its deskwork today."
Neal grimaced. "Fine." He grumbled as he was led away to Peter's familiar office. "But you have to buy the coffee."
"I'll think about it." Peter objected.
Neal nudged Peter lightly. "It's either the coffee or lunch."
"I'll buy the coffee." Peter amended, grinning, as they disappeared into his office.
Hughes clapped his hands. "Alright people!" He shouted. "Get back to work!" The agents around him all started moving at his words – turning computers on, searching through files – everything normal… except for the occasional, respectful glance somebody would send up to the office their best agent and his 'pet conman' had gone to.
The conman couldn't be all that bad. Hell – anybody that would take a bullet for a witness under protection was alright in their book.
I just like writing little WC moments. Please review.