"I know you," he says quietly, and he's not even sure why he says it, except that it's at least partly true. Knowing people and trusting them have always been two separate things for him and they've always taken a while, but for Tom they both seem to come quickly. He'd been trusting Mike long before he should have. Or maybe that was just something he'd told himself at the time, because the idea that Tom might see through him that easily was just too uncomfortable.

He meets Neil's gaze and holds it, sucking the last of the grease from his fingertips, and some instinct stirs but he ignores it. Establishing a line, a place he will not go to, just makes toeing that line all the more attractive.