If he said something, Neil doesn't recall. Alex pulls him into it once more, and by the time the older man addresses the concern, Neil has forgotten. Stares breathlessly at the other directing their kids outside the door, whistling instructions.

Then Neil understands, before Alex comes back and starts things once more. He murmurs a content sound, a hand reaching to twist fingers into Alex's hair. "So," Neil begins. "That christening you were talking about."

A step too far, too unnecessary. A step he gladly takes for the moment.