"Right," he says, and he almost laughs again, raking a hand back through his hair. Nothing's fucked? That's a load of bullshit if he ever heard it, but if just this isn't, then he thinks maybe that could be a start.

"Look, I... I wanted that. I started it, I wanted it, I think I wanted to take it all the way, but we're both so fucked up right now. Even if Hobbes had nothing to do with it, it just..." He shakes his head, and his hand finds Neil's arm again. "It doesn't feel right."