"I dunno." He shakes his head, punctuating it. He wonders if maybe it isn't exactly the answer Neil is looking for--but it's the only true one. "I don't know what's fucked up and what's not, a lot of the time. Least now."

He leans a little into the touch on his shoulder. It feels good. Refreshingly so.

"I'm just... sorry," he murmurs. "You got your own shit to deal with and last few weeks've all been about me."