His eyes slip closed the second Neil touches the wound, going half under as immediately and easily as he ever does when triggered in just this way. It's peaceful, easy. Of course he's going to do this. And of course he's not going to do the other. Disobedience isn't even a distant option.

"The asylum." Calm, quiet. "With someone there? Or not?" Almost casual, in fact, as if he hasn't just asked his husband if he'd like to watch someone being tortured to death.