Something in him yawns open into darkness when she says she should have killed me too.

She doesn't need to tell Neal she was there. That she couldn't stop it from happening. It's in what she does and doesn't say. It's in the rage over this other person coming into their home, in the way she says not after that. He aches for her, in a way he can't articulate and probably wouldn't be welcome if he could.

"You have a chance to think about the after, here," he says softly. "This place is awful, yeah, but it does give us plenty of time to think."

A crooked smile. "Sometimes too much."