[Emma... the name balances at the edge of his lips as he looks down at Henry. The realization settles against his shoulders and he feels himself lowering so that he can look Henry in the eyes. There is a slight smile on his lips, mixed with disbelief and affection.

He clears his throat.] It's nice to meet you Henry. Sorry it took so long.

[Emma will be another conversation. Right now he wants to be here with his son. No son should grow up without a father.

Neal coughs and wipes at his eyes as if he thought he might cry.] How long have you been here? Maybe you could show me around and we could talk. [He wants a chance to get to know Henry. It feels as if nothing else matters.]