Fishing. Neal can think of fewer things more excruciatingly boring, but painting in the woods does sound kind of nice.

When Malcolm sobers, Neal grimaces internally, his outward expression still calm and neutral. He kisses Malcolm's forehead, then goes over to the nearly-boiling water he has on the stove to make some of the tea he bought in-port. It keeps him from getting too itchy to look at the package Malcolm has with him.

"You don't have to apologize," he says quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were hurt and you said as much."

He turns from his task to give Malcolm another little smile. "If anything I wish you'd apologize to people less."