"He might." He turns down a smaller street, wanting to get away from the main thoroughfares and any extra attention, and down here the trash and the debris is piled higher but there are fewer people, and he feels a little less uneasy. "We can head over that way, check it out. He wouldn't rat on us, at least." Not out of the goodness of his heart. Yang isn't stupid, and he wants as many friends as he can get. Or he did, assuming he's still alive.

He glances up and catches a glimpse of Neil's face in the mirror again, pale and set, and he reaches back again and lays a hand on his knee.

"We're gonna be okay," he murmurs. "We're all gonna stay together." And offering comfort of any kind is something he never would have done before.