"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" Peter asked, the morning after dinner with June. Neal glanced up and looked back down at the papers scattered across his desk.

"It didn't seem important." Neal said, reaching for a pen.

"No. There's more to it than that. Come on, what's the story?" Peter questioned, not letting it go, even when it was clear to him that Neal wanted him to. Neal looked up again, and this time held Peter's gaze. There was an odd look on his face.

"Nothing Peter." He said in a tone that Peter had never heard before. It was a voice that said 'I will hurt you if you don't stop talking.' For a moment Peter was scared of his friend.

"Okay Neal." Peter said walking away.

Peter went through the day distracted, however. It bugged him that Neal would not tell him. It reminded him that there was still parts of Neal that he didn't know.

But as he was going home, he heard Neal humming under his breath. It was sweet and rough at the same time. Peter closed his eyes, there was meaning behind it. But he also knew Neal wouldn't tell him.

Peter sighed, there was a story there and he wanted to know what it was.