Neal kisses Malcolm's forehead, but doesn't say anything. Not right away. It's such a weighty word, trust.

"I never trusted anyone before this place," he admits. "Just Peter. Not even Mozzie. Peter was the only one with... goals I understood. Motives that were clear and honest. Even when he was chasing me, I trusted him."

He's never put it so bluntly before. Even to Malcolm. It's context--greater context--for that moment Neal lived through, he knows that, but... well. Safe spaces.

"What's yours?" He tilts his head, trying to catch Malcolm's eyes so he won't look away. "Your safe space."