He does, and they go get Malcolm stitched up, and they lie about what happened, and when they come back that bit of crystal is still on the ground and there’s still blood everywhere, now soaked in and dried here and there. Neal stares at it a moment, feeling profoundly overwhelmed by the prospect of cleaning it up. It’s like the resolution of the actual crisis made everything else ten times harder.

“Hydrogen peroxide,” is what he says, and kisses Malcolm’s temple before heading to the bathroom.