Whatever It Takes
It's not as if Neal Caffrey has never seen the inside of a jail before. It's not even as if he's never sat with Peter Burke in a jail before.
But not like this. Not with Peter as the one sitting there in the orange jumpsuit. With that dazed, lost expression on his face.
Seeing his friend like this, Neal feels his stomach roiling.
And when he thinks that it's his own father who did this to Peter . . .
No. He can't assign all the blame to that quarter. If Neal himself hadn't worked with his father . . . hadn't trusted him . . .
Neal clenches his hands into tight fists, under the table where Peter can't see. Enough regrets, enough pining over the man who used him—who used them both. All that is behind them now; no point in dwelling on it any longer. He has to fix this, that's all. He's going to fix this.
Whatever it takes.