Neal knows exactly where to find Atticus, and after putting out a few small fires, he's finally able to join him. He sinks into the seat next to Atticus, practically melting against his shoulder as the black and white film flickers in front of them. Neal wouldn't say he's tired, but it does feel nice to just sit still for a moment. If Atticus weren't here, he probably would have skipped the break.

"Having fun?" he murmurs.