"He hasn't?" That gets a sharply concerned note from Neal. He sits down next to Malcolm, automatically putting an arm around Malcolm's shoulders. Affectionate contact, once a stranger, has become his default. Deep breath. "He will. Have you had a chance to go look at 1308? We could go now, if you want."

He tries to settle himself, focus on the question. Lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "Still here. Still waiting for whatever Mathias throws at us once this is over."

This being the weather. He doesn't count it as one of Mathias's worst attacks, not really. Not as far as he knows.