Some things have gotten a little easier to think about with time. A little easier to face. Or he thought so, anyway. Neal realizes then that he hadn’t really told Malcolm about Daisy. About… any of that, other than their first conversation where he mentioned the paper flower garden and that the person he made it for disappeared. There’s a part of him—a large part, it turns out—that even through the hurt and the anger still wants to curl up and wilt with shame at the thought of the fights he and Daisy had.

Neal bites his lip. It’s okay to talk about that here though, right? It’s okay. He’s not broken and lonely the way he was there, he’s not pining for someone who was unrelentingly kind and out of reach.