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He takes Neil fishing.

Theon's not sure at all if Neil will even like it, but it's a good chance to get out in the little boat before the weather really starts getting cold. He's got a couple of crab traps to check anyway.

The cut on his forehead has moved on from scabbing to that first angry pink stage of scarring, and it's a scar that he doesn't mind looking at. Not when he remembers the way Daryl had tended to it, and the easy warmth that here, in this world, Theon's only ever had with the man next to him.

He takes care of getting them set up, even if Neil knows how, just likes to do it, and then they're waiting, the wind low and the ocean lapping gently against the sides of the boat.

Theon doesn't set out to keep this particular task a secret from anyone. Learning to drive a car had been his therapist's idea, something about independence and confidence, and since the first part had been learning from a little paper booklet, Theon had agreed. He reads the book often and even takes it back in with him to ask questions.

Somewhere along the way, he thinks he might really like it, like sailing over concrete.

He finds the place with the test almost by accident, and he's there already, so he tries.

About an hour later, he's letting himself into Neil's apartment with a permit in his sweaty hand.

"Neil? Are you here?"