Neal cleared his throat. "I'm not sure I... know how to do that."

He took a deep breath, then barreled on. "About a year ago, my girlfriend, Kate, was murdered."

It took his breath away just to say the words out loud. "I almost. If things had been a little different, I would have died too. For a while, after, I..."

He hadn't even talked to Peter about any of this. It was only I'm fine, until Neal had been fine enough for Peter to stop asking. "I had all of it, the shakes, the nightmares, the... moments where the world just."

He shrugged.

"I honestly don't know why it all went away. I'm good now. My life is good, now. But I don't know what I did for it to be okay."