It feels like ages since he's been held. He and Rosie will drape, every once in a while, easy and casual hugs and lounging sprawls on the couch, but especially since she's spent more and more time out of the apartment with Charlie and Sabrina and Nick, it's been less and less of that. And with Harry gone, Guy, everyone else--it's been months.

Neil doesn't know when he starts to cry, because it's not a physical thing. He just notices a tear catching on his lip and he quickly wipes it off. Sniffles and mumbles some apology as he untangles and sits up.

"More pizza?"