Neal fights him for a moment, fights the familiarity of Malcolm's arm, sobbing until he's out of breath--

Then he starts to realize where he is. He looks around the room like he's never seen it before, and then his focus falls on Malcolm. Whole, healthy.

This one, at least.

Neal shudders and wraps his arms around the other man, pressing his face into the curve of Malcolm's neck. He's still crying.