[There is a sad chuckle, a release of tension. He trails in hand from the other man's shoulder to arm, lightly pressing against the skin.]

I'm a shithead. I don't blame you for thinking that.

[Neil nervously licks his lips.]

This didn't come with this vault. This...feeling isn't even brand new to me. I knew when we left D.C. that I wouldn't be able to walk away from you again.