Neal manages a laugh, a real one, and kisses Malcolm firmly.

James leaves not long after, Peter escorting him to meet Mozzie outside one of the man’s safe houses. Neal can’t hide his relief when the door closes behind the other men. He sags a little, turning to pull Malcolm close. “Thank god that’s over for now,” he murmurs. “We just have to wait and see what they turn up on the Flynns. Peter and Gil, I mean.”

James isn’t much use as far as Neal is concerned.