Something feels right about Neil being here, in this moment, like a sort of walking catalyst that leaves change in his wake. Maybe it's just the thing about Neil being his first real time, some kind of wandering cherry popper.

But in a good way.

And probably not since he's settled down.

"Some shit from back home," he says honestly. "I thought I dealt with it, but here I am. Shit I should have told my family, but that seems even more fucked up. They deserve not to have to," and no word seems to fit. "We've all been through enough."