The thought strikes him, cold and sharp against his nerves. A new kind of pain blossoms in his head, beneath his once open skull, and Neil looks away. To the ceiling, to the wall-- It doesn't matter.
Neil may want to, but it seems his care may not have a place. Maybe it's too late. Maybe Alex just isn't the type. The reason is insignificant.
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The thought strikes him, cold and sharp against his nerves. A new kind of pain blossoms in his head, beneath his once open skull, and Neil looks away. To the ceiling, to the wall-- It doesn't matter.
Neil may want to, but it seems his care may not have a place. Maybe it's too late. Maybe Alex just isn't the type. The reason is insignificant.