He gently deposits George in Malcolm's lap, which the cat seems content to curl up on. Neal's follow-up impulse is to kiss the top of Malcolm's head. He doesn't, instead squeezing the other man's shoulder.

"I won't hate you being one, and I already didn't trust Lark. That has nothing to do with this, specifically. I don't want him to isolate you. Pull you away from the people who care about you that aren't a part of his 'pack.' That's what worries me."

As for Will... he doesn't have it in him to refute or qualify on that front. He doesn't like Will. He doesn't want to like Will. It's not an equation that can add up to anything different.