"But it doesn't hurt." He's glad even if he finds it hard to believe. Neal goes to tend to the tea to give himself something to do with his hands while his brain tries to sort itself out. Now that the initial shock and awe is--if not passing--at least not so fresh, other questions are starting to swirl up. "When did it happen? Did Lark just tap you on the shoulder and say 'let's get that taken care of'? When did you decide?"