Not home as in back to their house here on the base but back to their dimension, back to somewhere that made sense. Peter was dead and Neal couldn't even tell Mozzie or Elizabeth about it - It had been bad enough before but at least there was a chance of them both going back to their normal lives. Now Peter was dead and he couldn't talk to anybody about it, not really. Nobody from here had known them before except for his fellow thief, Parker, and even then she hadn't known them.
When Kate had died it had been Peter that had kept him busy with work, kept annoying him to the point where he had to interact and argue back. With Peter gone... What was the point?
He'd gone quiet after the others had turned up and taken over, not wanting to talk to anybody. He felt like he'd failed at looking after the one person who meant more to him than anybody else on base, he'd failed their team too. How was White Collar going to work without Agent Burke at the head of it?
Sighing, he put his hat on and sloped it low over his forehead, blocking everybody out.