Alex makes a disgruntled noise, despite his heart jumping in his chest at the petting. He pushes Neil lightly, making him lay, then curls tight to the side despite his own size. As if he were the younger, Alex rests his head on Neil's shoulder, draping an arm around him.

"The Platinum Chip," is his answer; quiet. "The final piece to House's Vegas, the Lucky 38 mainframe, and the Securitron upgrades. After two-hundred years, he got his hands on it, and was having it delivered."