Neil is at least twenty-five and seems able to take care of himself. If he had walked in that day two years ago, Ignascio would likely have offered him the same plea. And yet this person is turning red like an innocent, blushing at discussing his first relationship. It shifts something.

"Arcade said you were from DC. That's a long way. Did Alex help you with what was following you?"

The past, the dead, sins, or a melody. For someone to walk across country, there was something chasing him.