AN: It was drabble night over on the r/fanfiction discord server, so I thought I'd play along; the prompt was dissonance.



"Stockholm syndrome," Mozzie insisted, then hung up the phone.

Neal sat quietly, considering. When things fell apart today, he'd saved Peter's life, and shock was slowly giving way to overwhelming gratitude. It was odd, feeling so protective of the man who'd sent him to prison. Odder still enjoying the crazy partnership that had him out of a cell but still on a leash held by that same man.

He refused to let himself even think the words 'cognitive dissonance,' though that was surely the phrase some shrink would use. But it absolutely wasn't Stockholm syndrome, no matter what Mozzie said.