"Hun, we're home with lunch." said Peter, carrying a large paper bag with one hand and helping Neal walk in with the other.
El walks over and takes the bag to carry to the dining table, figuring Peter had enough with Neal. "Hey boys." she said. "I already sat out plates as I got home before you two."
"Thanks Hun." said Peter as both him and Neal took a seat at the table. "Hope calzones were okay...just sounded good. I got salads too." He added the last part, knowing El liked for him to eat healthier.
"It sounds fine." said El, noticing Neal hadn't said a word and was essentially just staring at the table, absentmindedly petting Satchmo. She gestures at Peter as to say 'Is he okay?' Peter just shrugs as to say 'he's been like this the way home'. "Neal sweetie, what would you like to drink?" asked El in a little louder voice, hoping to elicit a response from him.
"Anything El." said Neal, snapping back to what's going on and smiling at El. "I'm not sure of my options."
"Water, iced tea, hot tea, juice...it's really up to you." said El, sitting down glasses as Peter unpacked the bag, placing food on each of the plates.
"Iced tea please then." said Neal. "Or whatever is easiest."
"It's all the same." said El, filling three glasses with tea and bringing them over. "I'm starved, how about you two?" She sits down at the table and looks between Peter and Neal.
"You know me, I can always eat." said Peter with a laugh and biting into his calzone. El starts to eat too and he notices Neal has went back to staring, this time just at his plate. "Neal, please eat too. Then something for pain if you need as well."
"Sure Peter." said Neal quietly still lost in his own little world, slowly and obediently getting a forkful of salad and eating it. Trying to maintain his usual grace, "So how was this morning for you El? I remember you had to check some deliveries?"
El describes her morning as the trio eats their lunch and El hands Neal a pain pill, which he swallows without argument. "So what are you two up to this afternoon?" she asked.
"Would anyone mind if I just went upstairs and laid down for a bit?" said Neal, looking back and forth between the Burke's.
"No, you should rest if you feel like it." said El as Peter stood up to help Neal up the stairs. "I'll let you know when it's dinner if you want to take a nap?" Neal nodded as him and Peter made their way up the stairs. A few minutes later, Peter came back down the stairs.
"Okay honestly, is he okay?" said El, worried. "I mean he's never that quiet. I know you probably can't or shouldn't tell me about what was said, but anything I can know?"
Peter filled her in on what was said in the car. "I mean normally I'd never believe Neal Caffrey on something like that." said Peter. "But considering..." He gestures at the stairs. "He's never like that."
"I know, that's what is worrying me." said El, thinking about what Peter told her. "It's a good thing if he wants to change, just hope he's okay as well. I'd call Moz and talk to him, but I don't think it will do any good."
Peter nods in agreement. "Let's just take it slowly and see how he is later." he said, sitting on the couch with his wife. "I'm worried about him too."