[Neal had not exactly calmed down since meeting with Gold. If anything, his frantic paranoia had gotten worse. If he had lungs, he would be hyperventilating as he clutched himself, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
He wanted to wake up. This was a nightmare, this was a nightmare. This wasn't real. He'd wake up any moment now in his own bed in his apartment. It was summertime, and when he'd wake up it would be winter again. It was going to snow soon, and he'd be happy.
He saw the trembling figure. He couldn't recognize anyone, and he couldn't trust his own eyes. This had to be a lie. There was no way that anything that was going on was real.
He slid down the wall next to the figure, not looking at him.]
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He wanted to wake up. This was a nightmare, this was a nightmare. This wasn't real. He'd wake up any moment now in his own bed in his apartment. It was summertime, and when he'd wake up it would be winter again. It was going to snow soon, and he'd be happy.
He saw the trembling figure. He couldn't recognize anyone, and he couldn't trust his own eyes. This had to be a lie. There was no way that anything that was going on was real.
He slid down the wall next to the figure, not looking at him.]