Malcolm Bright

"Honey..." Neal cups Malcolm's face gently between his hands, careful not to touch the bruising. "It is yours, I promise. You got hurt. You're confused. That's okay. I'm right here, you're right here--"

Sunshine forces himself between the two of them with a whine, and Neal glances down, smiling momentarily. "Sunshine is right here. This is yours. This is ours."

He kisses Malcolm. "It's that concussion thing your dad mentioned, the jamais vu." Another little kiss. "As many times as you need to hear it, I'll tell you, I promise you, this is yours."