Unfortunately for Neal, the very person he's trying to avoid is mere feet away from him. He'd noted the holodeck doors opening, more from the sound of them than by seeing them. Thus he hadn't seen just who had entered the room until he came across him in front of the diner.
A brief glance through one of the building's windows told him that the man before him was the real deal, since he could see the fake seated within the diner blithely unaware that anything was currently wrong with this town. If it hadn't been for the fact he's not hardly seen his son since that fiasco involving Henry, he might have been a little more inclined to step out of the entrance walk leading to the diner's door. He's a bit surprised to find his son here, and is thus a bit lost for words, but he'll still try to grasp the chance he's been given for some conversation with the other man.
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A brief glance through one of the building's windows told him that the man before him was the real deal, since he could see the fake seated within the diner blithely unaware that anything was currently wrong with this town. If it hadn't been for the fact he's not hardly seen his son since that fiasco involving Henry, he might have been a little more inclined to step out of the entrance walk leading to the diner's door. He's a bit surprised to find his son here, and is thus a bit lost for words, but he'll still try to grasp the chance he's been given for some conversation with the other man.
"....Welcome to Storybrooke."