“I don’t know.” The admission makes Neal’s stomach turn over with nerves. He should know. “I made him look pretty stupid, more than once. I’m sure he’d love to return the favor.”

Peter says something, and Neal doesn’t really catch what. It’s starting to hit him, what this all means, what Kramer coming back means, on top of a rising tide of grief threatening to crush his lungs of every molecule of air. “I’ve gotta go Peter, I’ll call you later.”

He hopes he doesn’t sound as robotic as he feels. Either way, he hangs up before Peter can answer.