He moves his hand only reluctantly. Touching Neil, it's almost scary how strongly he feels dragged back towards a world where everything is bright and hot and close to the surface. Hard to hide in a world like that. Florence is the same, but in this context she's more familiar.

But he wants it. He wants to be back there. He drops his hand back to his side and nods up at Florence, his face grave. He'll talk to her soon. Right now that heat and light is still beckoning.