Neal and Keller speak almost at the same time, Neal in a ghost of a whisper and Keller with the same calm smugness as ever.

"He's always this bitchy."

"I prefer to think of myself as bluntly honest."

Neal closes his eyes a moment, trying to wrap his head around what Keller just dropped on him. Rebecca--Rachel--dead. No. He's not going to believe it without independent verification, he's not going to accept Keller's word without someone else telling him it's true.

He draws in a slow, deep breath, and turns toward Norton to allow himself the comfort of a close hug, even if the other man is only half-dressed. Neal doesn't care.

Keller stays silent for once, glowering a little as he takes another pull from his beer.