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Neal drifted off to sleep, having convinced his that Cliff had been saying to hie should be flying back home now

The shrill shriek of his doorbell woke Neal froued with drea been jarred awake All he had was the dull sense of foreboding that told hiain, the bell screeched,Neal’s head spin He went into the bathroom to wash the sleep from his eyes and then rushed to the front door

He pulled it open to find Harry standing there in a grey suit, wearing a somber expression Neal was puzzled, it was an odd ti; it was the middle of the day He held the door open for him and motioned Harry inside

“Hi, bud,” Neal said, his voice still groggy fros you here?”

Harry seemed cautious as he walked in

“Hi, Neal,” he said slowly, “are you OK?”

Neal shrugged lightly “Why wouldn’t I be? It's nothing over”

“Clifford said he called you”

Neal re fro wrong I’ll call hiht”

Harry walked into the living room and took a seat on the sofa

“Why don’t you sit, Neal,” he said gently

Neal looked at Harry in confusion

“What’s wrong?” Neal asked, sitting down

Neal couldn’t read the expression on Harry’s face; it was starting to alar up, and Neal had been included in soe used to have when they went over to Harry’s His mother was Japanese, his father was Chinese, and every meal in that house had been delectable He knew Harry well enough to be able to read him, but today, all he seemed to be able to feel was his own sense of unease

“Harry?”