"Alex." Neil can't properly hear his own voice, but the name cuts through the murk and the molasses. He calls again, something different this time. "Old man."

Courier. Seattle and Geer. There exists multiple names and titles for the man in front of him, and Neil will settle for his two favorite as he offers his humble opinion. "You're an idiot, you know that?" he concludes. "A fucking idiot. You should find someone your own age."

Not this worthless kid.