Neal keeps his hand on Malcolm like an anchor as he eats, pausing for the occasional sip of his cosmo. It's good, very good, but he's not surprised.

He still doesn't eat nearly as much as he used to.

"Because..." He looks up at Malcolm where he's perched on the chair, studying his face. "Because. You're worth it. You're worth it, and no one in 1306 was going to let one of our people be on their own."