Neal shakes his head at the declaration that Malcolm isn't a good warden, denying it while he waits for the other man to finish. When Malcolm stops, Neal isn't sure he's actually done. He's been programmed to expect a different turn to these conversations.

He sits, slowly, more perched on the edge of the couch than comfortable.

"Peter did that the other way around," Neal says, trying to make a joke of it himself. "Told me he was proud of me first, then said I was a disappointment. Though to be fair, he spaced it into two different conversations."