Neal was angry, furiously angry - but not at Peter. At himself. He spent nearly four years running and hiding and hating himself … for what? For something spoken in the heat of the moment, then forgotten.

I was angry with Neal for much of this fic--yeah, angry with Peter for his reaction to Neal's declaration, but even angrier with Neal for running because of that reaction and because of "something spoken in the heat of the moment, then forgotten."

Peter frustrated me too, later--ack! They both did.

But there was so much healing at the end, and that made the story for me. I love how both men realize, first at different moments, and later together (as they cry together), that they've wasted too much time. That they still have a future, even without guarantees.

What a gorgeous fic--full of uncertainty, but also full of hope. Thank you.