"Seriously?" He lifts his head again, eyes narrowing. "Shit. I knew he was on edge when I saw him, but."

He rolls onto his back again, one arm slung across his forehead. "I remember him. More all the time. But he's like me, isn't he? He's not the same. Not even fucking close." He turns his head, looks at Neil. "He's not gonna want to let anyone help him."