Somewhere away. Neal meets Malcolm's eyes uncertainly. God, he wants to. He desperately wants to.

Malcolm hasn't mocked anything he's felt, hasn't told him he's being silly, hasn't told him he's overthinking. It's still hard to admit what he does.

"I feel like if I do then I'll break something. Something about this. Or like I'll wake up, or... I'm not sure. I do. I want to. But thinking about it."

The expression on his face says it clearly enough: it ties his stomach in knots.