"Yeah, we're both pretty much full of it," he murmurs, hands moving slowly over Neil's back and sides. He feels the warmth and the solidity, bone and muscle, shapes and angles that are more familiar than he ever believed they'd be.

More soothing. More comfortable.

He sighs, stares up at the water-stained ceiling and blinks a little hard. "I don't... remember being scared like this, last time."