"Kind don't think it's all that big a difference, half the time." And yeah, as they make their way down the street and he sees the odd person here and there, the odd passing car, what he feels is arguably paranoia.

And it's saved his life more than once.

He glances over at Neil again, hands shoved in his pockets. "What d'you mean, you know him? I guess..." He considers, trying to brush dust off hazier memories. "I guess he is kinda fucking different. Besides just not remembering."