[ Perhaps now Charlie's beginning to understand why Neal wanted to give her the comfort option. He's too smart, and he knows better than to delude himself by now, so what issues he does have with depression, he can identify pretty readily. It's not a good look on him — one of the few things — and even now, when he least wants to, he acknowledges that. ]

I was told it wouldn't last. [ That sounds cryptic, right? Neal leans, arms crossing for the comfort of it. ] The baby— The pregnancy— Whatever we want to call it. Hallucination, I guess.

[ He looks elsewhere, struggling against a tight throat and stinging eyes. This is incredibly hard for Neal, of course, but that's not why he'd asked Charlie to come by. He could talk all day about his dreams of a beautiful family of his own, but that didn't absolve him of his own guilt over the matter. ]

I wanted to make sure you were okay. If... you do want to talk, I can— We can. I'm here, that's what I mean. A-and I can help if you don't have anyone. Cable will— He'll do what I ask. I don't want you to think I'd just abandoned you there. Here...