“I know,” Neal whispers, and speeds up a little. “I know, I know, I do.”

He seems to be saying it more to himself than to Malcolm.

They’re flanked by Rachel and Rebecca now. Rebecca looks at Neal with real affection. “You don’t get it, Mr Bright. His whole thing is about being real in the lie. If he behaves like it doesn’t matter here, what happens when it’s out there, where it does?”