He sighs quietly, pressing his lips to the crown of Neil's head, leaning a little into Tom's soft touch. Without them... he's not sure what he would do here. He would give anything for them to not be here, for Neil to never have seen this at all, but he might give even more to just not have to be alone.

So it's good that he doesn't have to.

"I know," he whispers. It's different. He slides an arm around Neil's shoulders and looks up at Tom. He doesn't have to hide from him, and that's one thing that's different. He doesn't have to hide anything.

"I fucking..." He laughs roughly. "I wish Florence was here."