Attack of the random drabble: WhiCo
Feb. 13th, 2010 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Peter had been grumbling since he returned home and every fifth word that came out of his mouth was 'Neal'. In the end, Elizabeth couldn't help it, she just had to laugh.
"What?" Peter asked, all irritated.
"Oh, honey," she said, patting his hand. "You like Neal, you like to work with him. Just admit it."
"What?" The notion seemed to appall Peter.
"Honey, I haven't seen you this happy and... alive... since you caught Neal the first time. You're actually enjoying your work again." She leaned closer. "Tell me it's not because of Neal."
"What a ridiculous idea! He's like a twelve-year-old on a sugar rush, no impulse control whatsoever..."
And he went back to mumbling and complaining. Elizabeth just smiled.
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