With a bit of effort -- he's been slouching in bed for far longer than he wants to admit -- he pushes himself up to sit properly, leaning towards her. She's quiet, subdued. They all have been, lately, with all of the disappearances. It makes it hard to be cheerful, when people you care about are always just going, these days. Neal stretches out one hand, using it to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. "What's going on up there?" he asks, fingers pausing at her temple before slipping back into her hair.