It's something he probably really wanted to hear at some point. If he was still the same person that started out on this trip, he'd relish it, to be sure. Ask things like, So you trust me over your dad, and, Does that mean you know you're not a "fancy" of the hour? A thousand and one call backs alone to the disappointingly dreary stop at the diminutive Republic of Dave. Let alone that fucking Vault 101.
However, Alex Seattle Geer came out here for a reason, and he's only starting to realize what it actually was.
An escape turned vacation turned forced frustration turned something else. In the Mojave, Neil was prepared to break up whatever they had together, and Alex had, without thinking, invited himself along on Neil's trip. There was something of desperation in the act. Something he wasn't prepared to look at. All that was, and is, clear is that Alex found something that he isn't yet willing to let go of. No matter what the other person thinks they want.
And here, in this fucking depressing Wasteland and its fucked up sights, Alex thinks he can understand. The exact reason why he's here. And it's not self-satisfying or something idle or sheer boredom. It's not something light and meaningless. And it's something just as prominent as every other fucked up event that's happened to him in the past year and a half.
So Alex doesn't ask questions that relate back to himself. And he doesn't seek to clarify in quantifiable means. He moves a hand toward Neil's jaw line (one of his favorite parts about Neil, he can see that now), and watches him. Wonders. "...Enough to listen to what I have to say and hear what I'm saying?"
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However, Alex Seattle Geer came out here for a reason, and he's only starting to realize what it actually was.
An escape turned vacation turned forced frustration turned something else. In the Mojave, Neil was prepared to break up whatever they had together, and Alex had, without thinking, invited himself along on Neil's trip. There was something of desperation in the act. Something he wasn't prepared to look at. All that was, and is, clear is that Alex found something that he isn't yet willing to let go of. No matter what the other person thinks they want.
And here, in this fucking depressing Wasteland and its fucked up sights, Alex thinks he can understand. The exact reason why he's here. And it's not self-satisfying or something idle or sheer boredom. It's not something light and meaningless. And it's something just as prominent as every other fucked up event that's happened to him in the past year and a half.
So Alex doesn't ask questions that relate back to himself. And he doesn't seek to clarify in quantifiable means. He moves a hand toward Neil's jaw line (one of his favorite parts about Neil, he can see that now), and watches him. Wonders. "...Enough to listen to what I have to say and hear what I'm saying?"