He draws in a breath to say something, he's not sure what, then lets it go, shaking his head. "I don't know? I..."

Neal looks out the window for another moment. "Ever since I talked to Ellen--my aunt, the one who was hanging on to that painting for me. The one Kramer almost caught me with. Ever since I talked to her, I've... been thinking about them."

He leans against Malcolm heavily. "I think I'm just tired."