"Yeah, well." He shifts a little, swinging back and forth across the line between uncomfortable and not, and the touch of Neil's knee against his leg is like a fucking time machine.

That can also cross dimensions.

"Thing about that is there's always another fucking moment after that." He holds Neil's gaze for another few seconds and then drops it to his mug again, watching the steam curl through the air. Slow. Uncoiling itself. It's a process.

"You said you needed to get to know me. Sometimes I feel like I hardly fucking know you." His mouth twists. "I missed a whole year."