He's known it for a long time. He's not sure he's ever known it in quite this way, felt it quite like this. There's being possessed and then there's being possessed, and while he might have cracked himself open and let something awful inside, that thing doesn't rule him. It doesn't make the rules.

So what he's doing now isn't really weeping. That implies effort, tension. He has no strength left for either. His breath comes easy and deep and he settles against the shelter of Neil's body.

"Yeah," he breathes after a moment. "I am. You do."