It says something--something bad, really--about Neal's social education that he doesn't resist for a breath in spite of his own surprise. Maybe he saw it coming, maybe he picked up on the body language, it's possible. Either way, he accepts and then returns the kiss warmly.

And it feels right. Beyond simple physical compatibility, it feels right. Familiar.

When they break apart, Neal is a little flushed, breath catching roughly. He studies Malcolm's face, waits for something to happen, then almost immediately feels silly for the expectation. "You're good at that."

He clears his throat. Touches his thumb lightly against Malcolm's cheekbone, then hesitates, like he's not sure the gesture is welcome. Neal clears his throat again and gives a little laugh. "I have to admit, I think I was hoping for a Disney prince moment."