He sighs and sinks into a half-broken swivel chair, which creaks protestingly. He's learned to live without what this always makes him want - what he's been conditioned to want - but that doesn't mean he doesn't still want it. He reaches up and digs a thumbnail into the scars on his throat, trying to make it settle down.

Neil will just have to pick up the slack later.

"I really do like this place, though."