It's this. This conversation between them, with its minute impressions, has his damaged brain doing overtime, his recently wrenched cogs turning faster to catch up. To try and understand. This "bullshit" Alex spoke of-- It's bad enough to have the man watching Neil with weight behind his grey-blue eyes. Enough to spook a Neil Park into paying his complete and undivided attention.

The hand at his jaw burns, his eyes waver looking at Alex, but Neil continues. He can only continue. "...Yes."