"Not sure I have it in me," he says, and he's only sort of kidding. A battalion of Guard could come charging out of the trees at him and he's not sure he'd do much more than sit here and wait.

He looks up again, meeting Neil's gaze, and he's not sure if it's comforting or just so much worse, the level of understanding he sees there. God, this is the worst kind of thing to have in common with someone.

"How the fuck do you do it? How do you... fucking get up in the morning?"