Worried about him tipping over and ending up on the floor, Daisy keeps her hands on him when he doubles over and rights himself again, ready to keep him at the first sign of a sway. They don't need him ending up back on the ground again, even if this time it wouldn't be in a bloody pile of snow.

How waterproof is his coat, she wonders idly, giving him a concerned once-over. Are his clothes damp? Will it take him longer to get warm because of that? Would he even be willing to change if she found him something else to wear? All these thoughts race through her mind and then are silenced when he speaks again, breaking her heart a little more with every word

"It's okay, Neal," she assures him quietly, gently steering him toward the couch just a few feet from the door. "Just breathe for me, okay? Nice and slow."

She's a little forceful as she tries to get him to sit, not sure if he'll stay there for very long. "I'll be right back," she murmurs before quickly disappearing to the kitchen. A popcorn bowl from a cabinet, a bottle of water from the fridge, and then she's back at his side.