Neal sighed and sat up again, feeling a little irritated with Nico. ::I don't want you to give up anymore:: He didn't want the other man to argue his way out of this with compassionate reasonings. It wasn't fair and Neal would never be happy with that. The sky started to darken and he stuffed his hands into his pockets before heading home again. He could remember a time when even coming down to the lake and laying like that might bring a daymare on it, but now at least, he could rest in peace. How long until the visions left his dreams entirely?