He raises his head, follows Neil's gaze, lets out a soft breath of a laugh. "Shit." Yet something else for them to work through in all the therapy they'll undoubtedly need someday.

There's no way to explain what's happened. He's not sure how to explain it to himself.

Scrubbing at his face, he pulls back slightly, one hand on his chest like he expects to feel some evidence there. "God, that really fucking hurt."