Neal made it inside a little after the storm started, checking on everyone he could find in the house and silently panicking over the people he couldn't find. One of them being Doc Holliday.

When he comes into the garage, planning to move some things off the floor, he stops at the sight of a man sitting in the dark.

It doesn't feel right, somehow, to turn on the light. Like an insult. Or a demand that he get up and be okay. Neal walks over and sits down next to Doc, heedless of the water soaking quickly into his own clothes. He leans against the other man, contact and attempted comfort without anything as intrusive as an arm around his shouders.

"What happened?"

Neal knows there doesn't have to be something specific, for someone to get pushed over the edge. But he also knows Doc, by now. Something happened.