"I know he doesn't love me," Neal says softly. "We barely know each other, mind reading or no mind reading. But liking me might have been an option."

He shakes his head, preempting Malcolm's arguments about it. "But I don't think he knows how to do that without trying to own someone."

A pause, then, "Will you come with me when I talk to him? It's not that I don't trust myself--" A pause, because he doesn't. "--it's that I want your opinion. And I want you to get to talk to him too."