Neal answers the door in his Painting Clothes, aka cozy sweatpants and a sleeveless white undershirt. There's smutches of color here and there in his clothes and him, and as Neal gestures him inside, Malcolm might recognize the painting on his easel. Or rather, a version of it. It's the start of something very similar to to what Malcolm might have seen before. Off, a little. The canvas is covered in little hatch marks and dotted with paint but the underlying pencil sketch is close.

"Hey, come on in. You all right?"

He's been worried lately okay.