He shrugs the shirt off when Neil yanks at it and the air on his bare skin is like a breath being let out even if only partway, and it's as far as he gets before he's pulling Neil in again, framing his face with his hands and kissing him, kissing him for a long fucking time, and there's a little edge to it, a little bit of teeth, but the rage doesn't come.

"C'mon," he murmurs, lifting his head slightly--and he does what he'd wanted to do outside the restaurant all those days ago, tongue flicking out and tasting the salt on Neil's cheeks.

"Let's go to bed."