Homesick
Summary: A Drabble. In Paris, Neal is feeling homesick one evening.
For the Tumblr Sicktember 2022 prompt 2. Homesick
Wine in hand, Neal stepped out onto his apartment's tiny balcony. With all the city lights, the Parisian vista really was beautiful at night. But as beautiful as it was, just as this balcony couldn't compete with his former terrace, for Neal, neither could the view. Downing his wine in one gulp, Neal took out his phone. His thumb hovered alternatively over speed dial one and two, before hitting three, for the only person who knew he'd survived his 'death'.
"Hi June, It's me." Wiping the lone tear from his cheek, Neal said, "I'm fine. Just really missing home tonight."
