The smile Neil only shows when drunk or distractedly speaking about science shows without either of the two triggers. Alex blinks; confused, pleased, and both easily seen on his face. He leans down, curls over Neil, and kisses him delicately, waiting for reciprocation before straightening again.

"All right," he says, infinitely more calmer suddenly. "FAQ time. You're bound to a sick bed, so you get to ask some questions about all of that."