Neal grins, relishing the list, the surroundings, the decadence of it all. He knows that Malcolm is as rich in the city as he is out here, but he’s used to the city displays of money. Out here, where things are new and different and it’s unerringly clear that they’re part of something exclusive, he feels…

Special. Significant. For the first time in a long time. He orders them a bottle of something tastefully expensive and then takes Malcolm’s hand. “Thank you. For this. All of this.”