Neil's not sure how he means it, except that he does. He likes Harry's apartment because it's his space, and because Neil is welcome there without question. So they walk, and Neil focuses only on the warmth and reassurance of Harry beside him, and when they reach his door, he actually does feel a little better. Still rough and stupid, still terrified in some ways, even though the snow is almost all melted already. But better, at least, for having him there.

Once through the door, once it's closed and their shoes and jackets are off, Neil leans into Harry, pressing his forehead to his shoulder.