...Geez. Arcade looks like he's reaching the end of his rope, and well, Neil's crossing that border where people start to cut off the annoying things in life. Namely him. Need to start wrapping this up.

Neil pushes away the urge to press both hands to his face in dismay. "Apparently, handjobs aren't very intimate," he mutters before shaking his head. "Thanks, Arcade. I owe you a shitton for this. Just name the price, and I'll pay it."