Neal finally set his pencils aside when the face took on a definite shape. He couldn't be sure, but he guessed the face belonged to Nico. Which begged the question of just how he managed to do that. Or know in his heart who the unknown face belonged to. After dinner and before his friend went to bed, he would have to ask him about this. In the meantime, Neal went down to help his father prepare lunch.

"Hey da," he said, rounding the corner. His father smiled at him.

"Sleep well?"

Neal hesitated, but only for the briefest second. "Yes, much better than last night." The lie came too easy considering how often he said it. His father didn't buy it for a second, but he also didn't press his son for more. As they fried the eggs together, they talked about plans as if they would actually do anything but talk. They could move back into the city a few years from now, not have to hide. It sounded nice at least, but Neal was glad to escape and go for a walk to the lake instead.