Dogmeat takes back his food to his corner, and Neil exhales, relieved. He screws off the cap and begins to sip the water, his eyes glancing from Dogmeat to ED-E to Alex. Every single occupant in this room is running high on tension. The guilt is almost enough for Neil to ask Alex to forget about treating him.

Alex wouldn't listen anyway.

Neil pauses at the words given, the tone sealed within, and he lowers the bottle. "I can drink the entire bottle," he says softly. "It's not a problem." Except everything about this is a problem.