A/N: Same as the last two chapters.
11. Birthday
"Really, the whole box set?" Mozzie tore the wrapping paper off excitedly. "Can we watch them now?"
"That's why I gave them to you," Neal grinned, pouring himself a third glass of wine.
They were truly terrible movies, but Mozzie was happy and that was the important part. Anyway, by the fourth glass of wine, the dubbing was funny enough to keep Neal entertained for the rest of the night.
12. Blessing
He was breathing. That was enough.
13. Bias
"That's not even worth stealing," Neal huffed, hands stuck in his pockets.
Peter glanced at him, more amused than he probably should have been given who he was talking to.
"It's art, isn't it?" Peter quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Barely," Neal grumbled. "They have three Tintorettos in the next wing."
"We're working," Peter pointed out with a roll of his eyes.
This was what he got for agreeing to be partners with an art snob.
14. Burning
Neal struck a match and watched it burn all the way down to his fingers before blowing it out. The second and the third were the same. He burnt himself on the forth one and didn't noticed. He worked his way through the whole box until he finally reached the last one.
He took a slow uneven breath before striking it. The flame was halfway down the stick before he snapped up the photo in his other hand and lit the corner on fire. He watched the photo burn until there was nothing left but ash.
The next day no amount of questioning could pry from Neal how he had burnt his fingers.
15. Breathing
"Caffery, you have a bed, and if that fails, I have it on good authority the couch isn't half bad," Peter looked down at the ex-con laying in the middle of his living room floor with his face buried in the dog's fur, mostly sure he was asleep.
Peter nudged him gently with his foot.
"My bed doesn't breath," Neal grumbled, his voice muffled against Satchamo. "and you won't let Satch on the couch."