Neil nods. It's a pathetic sort of gesture, all quivering bottom lip and sad eyes, but at least he seems to be trying to pull it all together and pretend like it's not the worst thing in the world. Well, it's hardly the worst. Just very, very strange, and a bit of a mess, and something he has no idea how to deal with.

Charlie seemed to have managed it just fine. And knowing that Caleb managed it, too, is almost like a comfort except that knowing that it's been dealt with isn't quite the same as knowing that someone will want to deal with him.

For now, it's one foot in front of the other, and he can worry about Caleb...not now. He wants Rosie soft, comforting presence much more, the reassurance that comes with it. He grips her arm, like that might confer some of the confidence onto him, but mostly it just ends with him clinging to her a bit.