[Neal moves his hand to lightly cover hers. He doesn't say anything more on the subject but instead stares at Emma as if she's a single drop of water amidst a desert.]
He's here? [Hope isn't something Neal feels often but that's what's swelling within his chest.]
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He's here? [Hope isn't something Neal feels often but that's what's swelling within his chest.]
What does he remember?
[He hates all this time crap.]