"No, you're seventeen and impetuous," Moz replied. "Where'd you put the blueprints?"
"Under the Russian art history book - no, the other one. Her name's Kate."
"And you're in love with her. You shouldn't fold blueprints, the ink darkens in the creases. Makes for very stupid mistakes."
"They should print them on different paper, then. Fine - I won't fold them anymore. Check out the blind spot - no, here."
Moz frowned at it. "I thought those cameras rotated?"
"Two minute cycles. Idiots. She's - she's rich."
"And you like her because...?"
"Well - she's smart, and - and she's beautiful, and - "
"And you have no idea who she is. Not really. Can you cross the room that fast? You're going to be carrying a lot of extra weight."
"I can do it," Neal insisted. "I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need you to protect me."
"Last month. The security guard grabbed you, and - "
"That was just - that was nothing. He surprised me, is all. I was startled, not scared."
"What happens if she grabs you from behind, too? Or wants to do something you don't want to do?" Neal glared at him but Moz just pulled out his magnifying glass and started analyzing the laser system.
"You don't get to run my life."
"That's not what I'm trying to do, Neal -
"I know what I'm doing. You're not my fucking pimp, you're not my dad, you don't own me!"
Moz blinked at him. "I know that." Neal looked away, fidgeting in his seat, uncomfortable. "You're young and in love and I don't want you to get hurt."
Neal shrugged. "I think that's just how love works."
"I'll still try and get the whole surveillance system to come down, but if that doesn't work you'll just have to do your best to clear that radius in the given time." He rolled the blueprints up carefully and wrapped them with a rubber band. "Is Kate the brunette who you've been making eyes at in the diner?"
"Maybe," Neal said defensively.
"She's a pickpocket. Good, but not great. Write her a note, leave it poking out of your coat pocket, and lean on the counter beside her next time you order something."
"Moz," Neal said with a smile. "I could kiss you right now."
"Be careful," he couldn't help but say. "Just - be careful."
Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 2/4
"I'm in love," Neal announced.
"No, you're seventeen and impetuous," Moz replied. "Where'd you put the blueprints?"
"Under the Russian art history book - no, the other one. Her name's Kate."
"And you're in love with her. You shouldn't fold blueprints, the ink darkens in the creases. Makes for very stupid mistakes."
"They should print them on different paper, then. Fine - I won't fold them anymore. Check out the blind spot - no, here."
Moz frowned at it. "I thought those cameras rotated?"
"Two minute cycles. Idiots. She's - she's rich."
"And you like her because...?"
"Well - she's smart, and - and she's beautiful, and - "
"And you have no idea who she is. Not really. Can you cross the room that fast? You're going to be carrying a lot of extra weight."
"I can do it," Neal insisted. "I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need you to protect me."
"Last month. The security guard grabbed you, and - "
"That was just - that was nothing. He surprised me, is all. I was startled, not scared."
"What happens if she grabs you from behind, too? Or wants to do something you don't want to do?" Neal glared at him but Moz just pulled out his magnifying glass and started analyzing the laser system.
"You don't get to run my life."
"That's not what I'm trying to do, Neal -
"I know what I'm doing. You're not my fucking pimp, you're not my dad, you don't own me!"
Moz blinked at him. "I know that." Neal looked away, fidgeting in his seat, uncomfortable. "You're young and in love and I don't want you to get hurt."
Neal shrugged. "I think that's just how love works."
"I'll still try and get the whole surveillance system to come down, but if that doesn't work you'll just have to do your best to clear that radius in the given time." He rolled the blueprints up carefully and wrapped them with a rubber band. "Is Kate the brunette who you've been making eyes at in the diner?"
"Maybe," Neal said defensively.
"She's a pickpocket. Good, but not great. Write her a note, leave it poking out of your coat pocket, and lean on the counter beside her next time you order something."
"Moz," Neal said with a smile. "I could kiss you right now."
"Be careful," he couldn't help but say. "Just - be careful."