"I know you don't," he says, the amusement fading slightly--not because anything's upsetting about the idea. Really, the opposite. Neil doesn't give a shit, well and truly doesn't care about all the things that Mike feels, on some level, that he also shouldn't care about.

Neil is free in a way that he isn't. Or at least, if that's not true, it sure as hell looks that way.

He looks back down at his rice, shaking something off. "We order from there enough, though, I think they're gonna figure it out."