That’s not the way you walk in real life, is it? Neal Caffrey is one of the few characters on television where you would remark on the way he walks.
No, my god. I wish I was that kind of peacock. Yeah, I locked myself in our guest room for about – I would say like 2 or 3 weeks working on that. And then I would walk around my block and the house. I only had one suit to my name when I got this job – maybe two. And I would put it on and walk around my block. I’m sure I looked like a complete loon in L.A. But I would walk around just figuring out how he moved through the world. We hadn’t even filmed the pilot, but I knew a lot of it was going to play in masters and us walking around together, so I figured I should figure out that part of his physicality. - Matt Bomer [13:00]
(notes: sometimes i write short drabbles that don’t have any point. i was supposed to post the ridiculous au i’m working on before i post anything else, much less yet another fic that deals with dan/phil + future, but someone on my dash was talking about them growing old and moving to the country and. well. this was written in an hour and barely edited. please don’t judge me.) also read on ao3.
In the retired sketchbook of Phil’s old drawing games,
there’s a clumsily done picture of a big house with a mile-long fence and green
grass everywhere. When it was drawn, Phil drank the last of his wineglass and
said, “I don’t want horses,” and Dan set down his own glass and nodded mock-gravely,
said, “Okay, even though the setting calls for it.”